Northern Ireland Day 4: The Antrim Coast

We got up early to make a good start on our adventures to the northern parts of Northern Ireland.  We packed up the room, had our breakfast and then loaded the car.  By 8:35 we were on our way.  It took us about 15 minutes to get out of the city and onto a fast road as our navigation system is 4 years old and thinks there are entrances onto highways where there aren't and turns us onto roads that don't exist causing us to go a bit in circles.  It really does make sense to understand where you are trying to go before relying on technology because although not always the best you can look at signs for help along the way if you know what signs to look for.  At least our crazy directions took us up  The Falls Road which is notorious as it leads to generally republican suburbs from the times of greater turmoil.  That checked off of our sightseeing list, we were happy to find the motorway and head north.

Our first stop of the day was about an hour from Belfast.  We made our way to Glenariff Forest Park.  The park is known for the waterfall walk which is where we were headed.  As we arrived in the parking lot, we were the only car!  It is amazing how empty everything is in the off season.  It was about 10am and the facilities were all open: toilets, a cafe and an information center.  Once ready in our walking shoes, you know the ones that were dried out but completely muddy from Sunday's walk, and with an umbrella in hand because as luck would have it the rain started just as we jumped out of the car, we headed toward the path.

We were excited to find that this was a real path.  Parts were paved in asphalt, other parts just rocks and some boardwalk, but all of it easily recognizable with little arrows to help us along.  The rain would turn off and on like forced air ventilation systems but since there always seemed to be rain dripping off leaves, the umbrellas stayed overhead.  The glen is beautiful and there are several small waterfalls along the way before getting to the more dramatic ones.  What was odd was that the water was very brown. Not muddy, but like flowing root beer, as Jacob described it.  There was even the appropriate root beer foam in places.  Perhaps this is the water to make that dark Guiness beer.  Actually the water is colored brown from peat or from iron ore in the rock bed or a combination of both.  Either way, even water logged from the rain, it was making us thirsty!

Back to the car park we had our morning snack and jumped back in the car to head to the coast and the town of Cushendun.  We managed to wind our way through the glens to the shore and park the car.  We walked into the small town via the beach which was tons of fun for the kids.  "We went in the Irish Sea!" was the chant of the walk.  We detoured in town to the post office which the gentleman at the counter for the chemists indicated was closed.  The reasoning is obscure as his accent was not decipherable.  I know that in England the post office in small towns is often closed on Wednesday afternoons, but this was Tuesday so I couldn't even venture a guess.  We had to write it off to inadequate capitalist infiltration of the area and decided to meander along the river walking trail instead.  (so if you expected a letter from us, it's coming a day later.)  We had hoped to have lunch in Cushendun but as it is not the high season just about everything was closed.  I don't know why we were surprised about the post office.  Consequently, we made our way back to the car and carried on our scenic way.

The next part of our journey was the journey itself: the Torr Road.  This is a scenic road along the cliffs way above the Irish Sea along the northeastern most part of NI.  I had to remind Steve to watch the road and not the scenery.  Then I would yell at him to "pull over" so I could take a photo of a view.  I put Pull Over in quotes because this is a road that is really only a lane and a half wide and there are hedges and walls on both sides.  If we stopped, we really just stopped in the road and prayed no one came along from any direction!  With the wind whipping and random rains starting and stopping, I would jump out, quickly take a photo or two and jump back in the car.  The kids are accustomed to the erratic behavior and continue with their antics as if nothing is going on.  Don't ask them about the views, by looking at my photos you will have the same memories of the drive as they have!

The end of the Torr Road dropped us into Ballycastle where food was in order.  After driving up the high street and not noticing anything, we parked the car and decided to walk through town instead.  Fortunately this is a nice small town only about two blocks long making the journey an easy one.  We found the Central Bar about a block and a half through the village.  It is a great place with plenty of old pub ambiance and a kids menu!  We were seated near a fire to warm us up and dry out the bottom 6 inches of our pants. 

With full bellies, we made our way back to the car stopping along the way to poke our noses in a few shops, including the wine shop (it is vacation...).  We also stopped at a small grocery store to get some pasta and sauce to make dinner.  From there we decided to call it a day and head to the cottage we had rented near the Giant's Causeway.  However, we arrived at half past three and the owners were not home in the cottage next door as they were not expecting us until 5.  With time to kill we figured we would check out the Giant's Causeway a day earlier than planned.

Back in the car it was less than ten minutes to get to the National Trust sight parking lot.  As new members, we flashed our temporary card and parked for free.  Our beast of a car squeezed into a space and we headed on our walk down to the Causeway.  We had heard about it and seen photos but you need to experience it.  The walk is about a mile downhill from the parking area which isn't bad until you are on your way back to the car.  But as we were going, the kids were all happy.  Brief rain showers didn't even bother us.  The wind was so crazy that we didn't even bother with umbrellas.  Once out on the rocks were were awestruck.  The kids had fun exploring and climbing out as far as they could. I slipped and fell at one spot and then was freaked out in another because some part are really steep and slant funny and.... You get the idea, I'm a wimp.  Since we were just killing time and planning to return the next day, we didn't stay long but started to head back up the hill.  We didn't get far when a man stopped me to ask about the kids.  Apparently they were filming a commercial for NI tourism (we had seen the cameras but ignored them) and the children they had for the shoot were really young and very crabby about the wind and weather.  The director saw our kids and wanted to know if we would be open to letting them be on camera.  He wasn't sure they were needed as the weather was very windy and crazy, but took our information and asked us to stick around awhile.  With no plans, we said sure. 

Given more time to explore, we went a bit further and onto different areas of the causeway into the water.  The kids were getting more daring making me more nervous.  I wasn't going into the water to save them if they slid in! (remember, I have the camera...Steve gets to jump in)  A group of annoying German tourists had just vacated and the area was emptying so it was more pleasant to explore.  Suddenly another man came up to us.  (I was starting to wonder what was going on or if I had a sign on my back.)  He was actually a National Trust Ranger and had seen us exploring and taking lots of photos.  He asked if we wanted him to take a picture of all of us together.  In fact we were actually as a "famous" part of the causeway called the Wishing Chair which is where we had the photo taken.  He was great to share stories of the legends surrounding the Causeway as well  Still killing time, the gentleman from the filming crew came over to take our phone number.  He did not think he would need us after all.  Filming was going to have to call it a day as the light was getting too low.  He would call if they did need us (which they never did).  Released from any obligation we made our way back up the hill to the car and then to the cottage.

We were only at the house 8 minutes when the owner arrived to help us in.  Maurice was wonderful showing us how to operate just about everthing including how the kids should use the broom to shoo away the chickens!  Finally settled for the next few days, we were able to put our feet up and relax with the libations acquired in Ballycastle.  After dinner the kids enjoyed a movie and Steve and I planned the next day over a round of Harp from a can, which was very good.  Can't wait for Wednesday.

Northern Ireland: Day 3 Belfast

After our crazy hike on Sunday, we drove straight back to the hotel in Belfast.  We didn't even stop to take photos of scenic views. We dragged our muddy selves up to the room and took turns washing the Irish dirt down the drain.  Clean and revived, we walked a few steps across the street from the hotel to Pizza Express.  This is a family favorite restaurant for us:  1) pizza - thin crust with nice sauce, 2) table service - ie not fast food, 3) serves alcohol.  I had a large wine and Steve had an even larger beer and we let the kids get dessert when the pizza had been devoured.  Having skipped lunch, we didn't mind overindulging at dinner. 

A good night sleep for us all and we were ready to see what Belfast had to offer.  We headed straight for the new development called the Odyssey in the dock area, or Titanic quarter as that is where the ship was built.  We had a quick drive past Samson and Goliath, the huge structures used to built the ship.

Samson and Goliath are the names of the two yellows structures.

But as interesting as the Titanic is, more interesting is the W5 (stands for who, what, when, where, why), the science center at the Odyssey in Belfast.  It appeared we may have been the first guests of the day when we dashed in from a torrential downpour at 10:15.  The British schools have half term next week, but I thought school groups would be filling up the museum; however, we practically had the place to ourselves.  We spent the whole morning working on hands on exhibits.  We had to drag the kids out into the Odyssey where there are several restaurants to choose from for lunch.  Of course we had to promise that we would go back to the W5 after eating.  We had not even finished exploring the second floor and there were still 2 more to go! 

Katie ended up on the single pulley and was having a tough time pulling herself up.

Steve and Jacob built race cars and then raced them.

Katie designed the butterfly that then flew through the forest.

Lunch was quite and ordeal.  The tapas restaurant, Chinese food place, and Indian options were not appealing to any of the kids.  There were two other very likely possibilities:  an American 50's style cafe with burgers, shakes and the works or Pizza Hut.  Remember dinner last night was Pizza Express and Cameron even had pizza on Saturday in Dublin.  Somehow the votes were cast and we were eating pizza...again!  No worries, the kids were happy.

After lunch we headed back in to the W5 where we managed to spend the rest of the afternoon.  We finally launched ourselves out at 4:18 (it closes at 5pm) mostly because Steve and I were getting tired of watching the kids make yet another still action movie.  Surprisingly the sun was shining as we left so we took our time finding our way back to the hotel.  We took a driving tour of the city making sure we made it past some of the highlights like City Hall and St. Anne's Cathedral.

We parked the car in front of the hotel (very lucky spot) and walked to dinner at the Crown Bar and Saloon.  The saloon is a listed landmark for its Victorian architecture.  With the kids, we weren't going to be able to hang out in the bar, but rather made our way upstairs to the dining rooms for dinner.  Traditional pub food was on the menu and everyone but Cameron found something they enjoyed.  Steve, Jacob and I all went for the very traditional steak and ale pie made with Guiness.  Satiated, our Belfast day was done.  We would be checking out and heading north in the morning.

Northern Ireland: Day2 Mourne Mountains

Day 2:  A 7am alarm had us all up and hopping on Sunday morning.  The sky was showing signs of sunlight which was going to make for a good day of hiking.  I had actually reviewed the weather forecast before leaving for NI and noted that Sunday was much better than Monday, so the plan was set to hike in the better weather and save the Belfast sightseeing for the rainy day as we had indoor plans on the docket as well.

We all layered up for the ever changing Irish climate and mosied on down to the lobby for breakfast.  A full English breakfast was available although the kids stuck with the more American choice of cold cereal!  Knowing hiking was in order, Steve and I partook of the eggs and bacon to get us set. 

We made a quick stop at the hotel desk to validate our parking and found that we were half an hour early to get into the parking garage!  So we had to wait around for a bit in the lobby...got to read the Sunday paper and then we were on the road again.  We had an hour drive into the southwest part of NI to the Mourne Mountains.

I had read of the beauty of the mountains and found some hiking paths on the http://www.walkni.com/ website.  One of the routes included climbing to the top of two of the peaks.  Given that this was Ireland and not the Alps, it seemed completely reasonable to climb these "mountains."  How high could they really be?  I had planned that it would take about 3 hours to do the hike and then we could even make it to two other places: Castlewellan park and Mount Stewart, National Trust site.  It was going to be a fun day and the sun was shining brightly!

As we drove toward the Mournes, we suddenly rounded a bend and the mountains were in view.  Katie gasped.  "Those are too high! I'm afraid of heights!"  We assured her that when we got to the hiking trail they wouldn't seem very tall at all. 

Just when the Mourne Mountains came into view.

We made our way to the first car park mentioned in the walk guide and found that at 10am it was already full and that the loads of people all gathering to make out on the trail were over the age of 17 and in quite a bit of REI trail gear.  We ventured on further up the road to the second car park and pulled into one of three remaining spots.  The other two were filled immediately after us.  Again, everyone in the car park was attired in proper hiking gear with walking sticks and day packs.  Our kids in Lands End fleece and sneakers were probably not in proper attire.  Steve consulted one of the guides in the parking lot who was pointed out to us by a lovely couple at the car next to us.  Apparently there were three hiking groups all gathering to set out on various trails from this trailhead.  The guide pointed us in the right direction and after a quick stop at the toilets with a backpack loaded with water and snacks, we decided to try it.  How bad could it be? 

The beginning of the track was a well stoned path.  We made it over a wall and into a field.  A group was heading off to the right but our direction was to go to the left.  Looking left we had an open field with no trail until we got about a half mile down to a track in the distance.  We headed across the very soggy moors.  My gortex shoes were holding up very well, but Katie and Cameron were not so happy.  Not half an hour into the trip and their feet were soggy and they were still looking for ways to keep them dry.  If we only knew then that it was only to get worse, would we have turned around?  The mountain was looming and calling our names.  It still seemed kind of doable although Steve and I were having our doubts.

open field walking

Apparently we even had to cross a stream or two!

Finally on the path heading into the mountains.

This seems easy and fun!

Once on the track we went along without any problems.  Sometimes it would be very wet and we would try to step on rocks to cross the water or go alng the grassy side which was often saturated.  We even caught up with one of the hiking groups.  Our little family was doing pretty well without investing in trail gear.  We came to a split in the path:  one trail headed straight into the valley between two mountains and the other went up.  The hiking group was going up, so we followed.  Mistake #2 of the day (we will call mistake #1 the choice to not turn around when we were in the parking lot...then again mistake #2 was probably not turning around when crossing that open field with no trail...anyway).  After much anguish trying to find the trail as by now the hiking group was quite a bit ahead of us again, we managed to scale the side of the mountain and make it to the same crook in the two mountains that the other path led to.  Looking at the path we didn't take it was apparent we had taken the high road but in this case that was not the right decision.  At least we all made it safely, if not very muddy.

A view of the top of the second mountain in the hike! 

From Wikipedia:  "The Mourne Wall is a wall which was constructed to enclose a reservoir's catchment area in the Mourne Mountains, Northern Ireland. It was built between 1904 and 1922 by the Belfast Water Commissioners to enclose the water catchment in the Mournes.

The wall was crafted from natural granite stone using traditional dry stone walling techniques. On average the wall is about 1.5 metres high and 0.8 to 0.9  metres thick. It is 22 miles (35 km) long and passes over fifteen mountains."

Taking the High Road...can you see the easier trail in the background?!

Wow!  We are high up and this isn't the top of the mountain.

We were finally at the Mourne Wall.  We had a snack and some water and wondered if we should continue on.  The mountain loomed to our right.  A set of stone steps would start us on our assent.  Mistake #4 (or whatever number we are on now) was that we decided to continue on and not turn back.  The mountain top seemed so close.  We headed up the steps but from there it was hard to find the trail.  There were two women hiking with their dog and we were following them a little, but they were just as confused.  How do we get to the top?  The big hiking group we had been behind before was lower down than us.  We weren't sure if we were on the right path.  We managed to make it around the side of the mountain and could see the Mourne Wall and the top, but to get there we would have to go straight up.  The dog kept running back and forth and around us, he didn't seem to think this was a problem at all.  Mistake #789 - we chose to go straight up.

The ground was wet, our legs were getting tired.  Steve and I both slipped more times than can be counted on one hand.  Cameron was NOT having fun.  Katie was actually leading this part of the trek and Jacob was pointing ways to go.  They seemed ready to help me, but I kept the camera around my neck and Cameron's jacket in my other hand (getting muddier and muddier each time I slipped).  The black Irish mud was eating our shoes and the soggy ground was better for snowboarding than for hiking.  I don't have ANY pictures of this part of the hike.  We were in survival mode.  We wanted to get to the wall and to the top and find the trail.  Steve and I were both nervous but trying not to let the kids know it. 

Going over the wall at the crook of the mountains.

Climbing the stone steps up the side of Slieve Bearnagh

Looking down at Steve and Cameron making their way up the side of the moutain without a path.  The other group of hikers decided to follow us.  I wonder if they thought it as foolhardy a decision as we did!

Safe at the top, taking in the view.  Oh, and the clouds rolling in.

At the top, we tried to get our legs to stop shaking.  We had a snack in the protection of some rocks as the wind had started to pick up.  We asked a small group of hikers next to us (2 men and a woman) for some advice and showed them our trail map.  There was still Slieve Meelmore to climb if we were to continue on the trail we had started.  They actually pointed out that if we followed the wall down, we would be able to go over it and through the valley out the way we came in.  This would help us to avoid the second mountain but would also add at least another mile to the hike.  We looked over to the other peak (which I sadly never took a picture of that view) and realized there was no way we could ask the kids to go up another mountain, even if it was 43m shorter (Bearnagh is 727m high and Meelmore is 684m high).  When I broke it to them that we would be hiking more than 7 miles and not just the original 6, they didn't even seem to mind.  We just wanted to all be safely back at the car.  We thanked the hikers for the advice.  They were so friendly they even shared with us the last three Maltesers cookies they had.  A little sugar to give us the energy we needed to go on.

In Gilligan's Island fashion, our three hour tour had become something much longer.  We took our time going down the mountain which was a very rocky route.  At the bottom, we took one last look up the next mountain toward the tor at the top and said good-bye to the Mourne Mountains.  We happily climbed over the wall and headed out of the valley on the trail ahead.  We didn't mind the black mud sucking our shoes off or the streams of water seeming to think that the trail was their path.  Wet and muddy we trekked down the stone Trassey Track to the lower car park and up the half mile stretch of road (hillier climb than we thought) to our car at the second car park.  More water more snacks out of the boot of the car before climbing in at 3pm in the afternoon.  Five hours later we had made it back.  Maybe we hadn't made it to the top of two mountains in the Mournes, but we can say we did make it up one.  The only casualties are the socks and maybe even jeans that may never come clean.

Making our way down the mountin to the path in the valley below

At the wall in the valley, ready to cross and head back out.

So much easier going this way!

Nearing the end!

Trip to Northern Ireland - Day 1

Day 1:  We started our first school holiday by getting up before the sun to load up the car and hit the road by 7am on Saturday morning.  Our destination: Holyhead, Wales and the ferry terminals.  We had reservations for the 14:10 ferry to Dublin.  Steve’s assured driving brought us in to Holyhead half an hour earlier than the navigation system had originally predicted giving us plenty of time to laze over our McDonald’s lunch.  We even splurged for McFlurries to kill some time.  A short wait at the ferry terminal gates and a quick investigation of the boot of our truck by the inspectors and we were on our way to the ferry ramp.  They actually started loading the ferry about half an hour before scheduled departure.  Having been on the ferry before, I was ready for a mad dash out of the car and up the stairs to the lounge area for seating.  However, our other trips had all been on the high speed ferries (just 2 hours to Ireland) and this was the lounge cruise taking 3:15 for the trip.  The boat seemed empty!  We had plenty of space to spread out and relax at window seats.  This had NEVER been seen before!  I finished the book I was reading and Katie made a good dent in the one she had (Boy by Roald Dahl).  Jacob had the newest Rick Riordan in hand and made it more than half way through the book.  He would have been happy to hear that the trip would be three hours longer so he could finish it!

There was lots of time to relax and watch the water outside the windows dripping with misting rain and the ever graying clouds.  The changing weather from our gloriously sunny morning drive seemed to foretell of what was to be expected over the next 6 days.

Driving away from the ferry in Dublin

We managed to drive off the boat and into Dublin without any problems.  After some crazy directions from the navigation system we even found the pub that Steve had planned for us to eat at on the outskirts of the city.  Unfortunately the only parking was on the street and you needed to pay using Euro coins, of which we had none, so we had to climb back in the car and drive to the city centre which we had been trying to avoid.   A parking lot located, we were able to navigate the Temple Bar area of Dublin and find another location of the same pub Steve had preferred. 

We were very lucky to find a table during the Saturday dinner rush.  And although the internet indicated availability of a children's menu which is what preferred the restaurant to us, we all managed to find something to eat even if Cameron only had garlic bread.  We did not tell him, but we had noticed a NY style pizza place across the street and I ventured down the block to an ATM for some Euros to help start a dinner trend for him (read future blogs to see the trend unfold!).

The kids all fell asleep in the car during the 2 hour drive from Dublin to Belfast so I couldn't make them jump out of the car for the usually required photo in front of the "Welcome To" sign, but they did all get out to help carry their things to the hotel room.  It was 10:30pm and after a very long day we were all ready to turn in.  We didn't know how much we needed that sleep for tomorrow's planned hike in the Mourne Mountains!

Phew! Made it to Ireland!

In front of the Porterhouse Brewery in Dublin

(with a slice of pizza!)

Oops...It's a 5 mile walk, not 4 miles!

Many apologies for being very delayed in writing about life over here.  For the most part we are doing the same things we did in Illinois: driving kids to soccer, nagging them to do their homework, fretting over what to cook for dinner, and trying to sift through email.

Last weekend, Jacob went off with his boyscout troop on a Camporee, so with one less to complain, Steve and I decided we could handle dragging the other two on a sightseeing adventure with a pub walk!  Oddly, the children are not as taken by pubs as Steve and I are.  I guess that is why the drinking age is younger here since the culture revolves around the pub. 

After a morning of soccer, we cajoled Cameron into changing in the car and we set off straight away to Great Missenden, Buckinhampshire.  Our destination was the Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre.  It was a great choice as Jacob may have actually found it to be too childish for him; although there were other families with teenagers coming through.  The museum helped to show in photos and stories the life of Roald Dahl.  He had spent his grown up life in Great Missenden doing all of his writing there.  As you walk down the High Street you can use a pamphlet guide from the museum that tells you about storefronts and gas pumps and a library that inspired the descriptions in his books.  The Story Centre is set out to inspire creative writing. 

These gas pumps were described in Danny Champion of the World.

(notice they are BP pumps!)

This is Roald Dahl's chair that he sat in to write every day for over 30 years!

I sat in it too, hoping for some creativity to rub off as I have signed up for National Novel Writer's Month and will attempt to write 50,000 words in November.

Katie is creating a story in pictures.

Cameron added his own worm to the Peach!

We actually spent more time in the museum than we had expected because Katie and Cameron were thoroughly engaged.  But we had to usher them out because Steve and I also wanted to get in a Pub Walk.  I had found a circular route in a book I had picked up years ago that goes around Great Missenden.  When I glanced quickly at the distance I remembered seeing that it was 4 miles.  I did not register the other 3/4 of a mile printed next to the 4.  We can't really explain how long a mile is to the kids because anything that is longer than a 10 minute walk is too long for them.  But they started out on the walk with a positive attitude!

The walk started at the end of the High Street and turned past the church where Roald Dahl was buried.  We actually did not see the cemetery which was a strike against me as I had told Katie we would.  But we hurried forward through two subways (tunnels under the road, not NYC transportation vehicles) and up a very steep hill.  Through a kissing gate and we were on our way into the woods.  One thing noted earlier in the pamphlet of Dahl sights around town was that the woods surrounding Missenden inspired his writing as well and as we entered this forest Katie commented that it was just like in the book The Minpins.  She didn't even know to look for a connection but could see it right away. 

This is "The Old House" and is just off the High Street at the start of the walk.

I like the look of it.

I had to give some perspective on the size of these doors by standing next to one!

The forest Katie thought was part of The Minpins.

After walking through fields, up hills, under huge power lines where we could hear the electricity as it passed through the transformers above, through more forests, along the edges of ploughed lands, over more stiles, someone asked me how far we had gone.  I dilligently opened to the drawing of the area included in the book after all the written descriptions of the route and studiously determined from left turns and field markings that we must be just over half way!  Katie and Cameron rolled their eyes and grumbled.  I slipped on my perkiest voice and pointed out that it would take longer to get back to the car if we turned around than if we just continued on.  There was no point now in looking back, just in getting excited for the next turn.  They were not so convinced but agreed to carry on.

Saying hello to Katie!

It really is very pretty!

We passed through several fields of animals and several fields with plenty of cow patties to beware of.  Cameron had a rhyme about the poo, but I can't remember it now.  It kept them laughing!  We came upon a field of horses and sheep.  The horses all came over to say hello.  Most likely many people before had treats for them and they were begging.  The sheep all scattered.  None was able to follow us over the stile and onto a street.  Up the street and back into the woods, the question came again: "How much farther?!"  I asserted them that it couldn't be too bad since we were already past the half way point, but I pulled out the map to show them where we were.  Having just crossed a street we had a chance to catch some street signs and that helped us to map our location a little better, but, oops! I had been wrong before!  I had overestimated where we were!  We were only just now just past half way.  Then I checked the beginning of the walk to reread the background of the walk and then noticed my error with regard to the length of the walk.  There was some more grumbling from the wee ones.  Katie was holding it together better than Cameron. 

"Cameron," I soothed, "if you don't complain for the rest of the walk, I will let you play wii for two hours tomorrow.  But for each time you whine, I will deduct fifteen minutes." 

"OK," he said and he never complained once from that point until we arrived at the pub!  He even talked about spreading out the time between Sunday and Monday.  I was rewarded with a pleasant country walk and Cameron was rewarded with his favorite game time. 

Finally, at just about five o'clock, we were back on the edge of town and entering the cemetery behind the church where we started.  As tired as we were, we still went over and found the marker for Mr. Dahl.  It wasn't hard to find as many people had left things by the grave and there are the giant footprints of the BFG to help you along the way.

Steve and I felt very deserving of the pints we downed at the pub and Katie and Cameron relaxed with their sparkling lemonades.  They didn't even mind that we stayed until the kitchen opened at 6pm so we could stay for dinner.  They had a great kids menu with pizza and pasta which was better than icing on a cake.  We can't wait to get out into the countryside again.



A Laura Ingalls moment - remember the opening to the TV show?

Cameron and I relaxing at the pub

Steve and Katie