Bushmills

Took about 2 hours to arrive at Lynda's. We settled in a bit and then headed off towards the dreaded Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge. Along the way we stopped at the smallest church in Ireland, St Gobbans. From some of the largest cathedrals in the UK to the smallest now...but it didn't rain this time. Maybe the curse has lifted. Had a brief stop in Port Ballentoy for a look around. Got to the rope bridge car park, then to the ticket booth...closer and closer to Barb facing her fear. She was determined to do it, so we carried on. Very scenic 20 minute walk along the cliffs and there it was...da da da dah...the bridge! The attendant asked us to wait until the "idiots" that were bouncing on the bridge were across. He had just told them to stop it. I told him that if they were bouncing on it when my wife was on it, she would need emergency cardiac care. We made it across and I admit it was a little un-nerving. When it starts to bounce and sway just from walking on it, you tend to hold on a little tighter. Ventured up the island a bit, took a few pictures, and then headed back. Barb was smiling on the way back across, so I guess she was glad she did it. Back to Bushmills. Lynda, Barb and I had dinner that night at the Bayview. It's a great place and Trevor, the owner, is a nice guy as well. One of the Milk Cup football teams was there, from Qatar I think. At least that was what their kits said. The ladies finished their second bottle of Prosecco and I finished the night with a nightcap of Jameson. The next morning we were in the Copper Kettle for breakfast, then a walk along the shoreline at Port Ballintrae. Unfortunately, it was time to say good bye, head back to Belfast and catch our plane to London. We spent the night in London and caught a flight home in the morning.