It didn't rain on my parade

So, today over in England lots of people celebrated the Jubilee. I did that in 1977 and faintly remember going to the school pageant dressed as a calculator, or possibly a robot. This was a high point that couldn't be repeated so I politely ignored the Jubilee from this side of the Irish sea.

Instead we had an amazing dry day. We started off at the glowering majesty of Dunluce castle which teeters on the edge of the Antrim cliffs.




The visitor's centre was fabulous and my son got to practice being an archaeologist




Afterwards we went to Ballintoy and had a picnic on the beach.




Afterwards we went to Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge. Now, most of my life I have been terrified of heights. Not just nervous but properly sobbing and crawling terrified. But today I walked across a perilously swaying rope bridge about a 100 metre deep chasm. Twice. I can't say I enjoyed it but I'm certainly proud I did it.




The afternoon was spent in Bushmills staking out our spot for the first sight of the Olympic torch relay. There was a brilliantly festive atmosphere in the town and it was great to see the torch and feel the heat emanating from it. A really special celebration and the sun came out and blazed down on us like a blessing from Apollo. In my excitement I missed catching the runner with my iPhone so the pictures, for now, are of the convoy.














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