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Wild and Woolly in Ireland

Dublin to Belfast

We grabbed our car and headed north towards Howth 12 miles away – a fishing village. They take their fishing seriously in Howth (pronouced like growth)

It’s a lovely village on a hill down to the sea with charming stores and classic churches.

On the pier where the boats were moored, restaurants were unstacking their chairs at the numerous tables outside, in a very optimistic fashion. Twenty tables at one place on a day like this during the week?? Must be a lot of fish eaters around.

Next, we headed further north along the coast and saw some really stormy seas. There was a fisherman out about 750 metres from the shore. Must be either pretty keen or some fairly fantastic seafood to catch to endure the conditions today!

Wild weather
Fishing? Really??

We stopped for morning tea in a lovely town called Malahide – it was raining and windy and cold so it was obviously time to eat.

Once inside, a woman, about my age at the next table, commented on how horrible the weather was. I agreed and she picked up my accent and said – “Oh, you’re a visitor, I’m sorry..” meaning you don’t want to talk to me about it – it was funny, and we did continue to talk about the weather and Malahide and what a great place to live it was. She then said and its the 1st of October (the significance of the date to her didn’t mean anything to me, however I did say) – and it’s my birthday – at which point she said ohhh, smiled and put out her hand to shake mine. It was a lovely moment. People can be so nice.
We continued along the coast through Malahide and found some stupid young men (my assumption) fighting to right a windsurfer. Two in the water and one coming to help. Again – if you’re strong enough I guess the conditions could be fun, maybe.

The tide is out on a windy day
Love the worn paint on this fence.
My version of the Mary McAleese Boyne Valley Bridge – different day – great effect lol.
Mary McAleese Boyne Valley Bridgehttps://www.irelandbeforeyoudie.com/irelands-most-iconic-bridges/

We travelled the A1 for most of the journey north until we reached Newry. The significance of this city is that its just over the border into Northern Ireland and my great-great grandmother, as a 12 year old, Anne Simpson came from here as a free settler and travelled to Sydney, Australia by ship.

Newry marked in black circle.

Spent a little time in Newry looking around and found the town hall and a lovely bridge over the river Newry. Newry River passes through the city of Newry and empties into Carlingford Lough near Warrenpoint.

George Preston High Class Florist
Armagh Down Bridge over Newry river
Mudamurphy Bridge and Town Hall

We had lunch in Newry at a fun place with a huge menu of very interesting food. The place was Art Bar Funkel run by Aiden and Sinead @ 3 Monaghan St, Newry BT35 6BB. Recommended.

Food was hot, tasty and fast and the staff lovely and friendly.