Went to N Ireland for my Dad’s birthday and it was grate. Since we were on the Ards Peninsula – pronounced AARRRRRDS in heavy NornIron accent – which features no hotels or indeed pubs, our abode was a big ol’ seaside caravan.
The sun shone, the wind blew, we exhausted the local shop’s supply of low-quality plastic toys and watched the stiff breeze carry them sailing off into the Irish Sea.
We had an ultra-competitive Young vs Old game of Trivial Pursuit after far too many beers. We forgot Not To Swear in front of our Granny Bell who found it extremely amusing.
If you can disregard the extreme and disquieting unionist character to the area – streetlights beflagged with alternating Union Flags and Red Hands, kerbstones painted – it’s lovely and peaceful.
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