Today’s outing was rather abbreviated, mainly because of the
weather and partly because of the limited itinerary, the latter entirely my fault.
But I did wonder too if we are subconsciously slowing down having been just too
busy and worn ourselves out trying to see as much as possible of this beautiful
country. Contrary to our style, Chris’s brother and his partner are also currently
in Ireland, touring by car and staying in hotels. They arrived in Dublin seven
days ago and are due to leave in a couple of days. Obviously they will have
only seen a fraction of the countryside we have, and traveling out of a suitcase
has its own stresses, but after a mere ten days or so, they will be able to put
their feet up when they get home before thinking about their next touring holiday.
Different strokes for different folks, but actually I wouldn’t mind a couple of
days’ fudge out holiday myself, and perhaps that is why I am not deriding the
fact we were home before 2 o’clock this afternoon.
What we did not see was the power station which I had
mentioned yesterday. I wrote that it was in Larne; it is not, and this should
have been clear by its name alone, Ballylumford. Ballylumford is located on
Islandmagee, the peninsula that reaches up from south of Larne, creating Larne
Lough lying between Larne and the peninsula, hence the sheltered nature of the
port. I am not sure of the distance across the Lough to Ballylumford from the
Larne wharf but it could easily be reached in minutes by a water taxi. Perhaps that
is how the Larne residents get to work there?
These and the walking path along the Six Mile Water are
really Antrim town’s jewels because there is not a great lot else going for it.
Perhaps that comes of having spent half our time there in the drizzly rain
which does few towns any justice. And on the subject of the Six Mile Water,
this is in fact a twenty mile long river which rises on the Antrim plateau near
Larne.
The pathway to the lough is wide and even, suitable for all,
and even in the less than perfect weather, it was pleasant to see the yachts
and other craft lined up along the far bank on their moorings. A couple of canoeists
skimmed by and the waterfowl were plentiful.
However by the time we returned to the town, the rain had
set in and we high-tailed it to the car, still with plenty of time left on our
fair priced parking ticket. This was after popping into the Old Courthouse,
built in 1726 for the sum of £150, and in operation until 1994. Nowadays,
after recent restoration it houses a café, a theatre and the information centre
where we picked up some brochures all about Belfast.
This coastal town is County Antrim’s oldest town, and just
eleven miles from Belfast has a population of a little under 30,000. I suspect
there are many who commute into the city from here and there will be some who
work in the power station just up the road at Kilroot.
We were interested to learn that the British peerage title
of Baron of Carrickfergus, which had become extinct in 1883, was bestowed on
Prince William on his wedding day.
Apart from that fame, it is now a popular sailing centre and
also had the honour of hosting the Rothman’s cigarette factory until the 1980s.
Its closure would have been timely with the opening of Northern Ireland’s
largest power station in 1981. Unlike the one near Larne, this is fired by coal
and oil, hence the further use of superlatives is not incorrect.
According to the weather forecast, Storm Helene is about to
arrive with 70 mph winds tonight. West Wales will bear the brunt of it, but I
am sure we will not miss out on the fun. I am just glad we have decided to
relocate later than usual tomorrow, our Belfast camp not welcoming arrivals
before 2 pm. Towing caravans and high force winds do not go hand in hand.
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