Went to Carrickfergus at the weekend (my husband comes from there) and had a fun time.
On Saturday afternoon I was reading a book when the loudest noise I think I’ve ever heard scared the bejaysus out of me. I thought a plane was literally about to drop from the sky and didn’t know whether to run outside or duck. Turns out it was an air display of fighter jets – awesome stuff, but deafening. There was an Armed Forces exhibition down at the castle, so I took the kids for a look – lots to see if you’re into guns, tanks and uniforms – I preferred the birds of prey on display and got to stroke an eagle owl – even more awesome.
On Sunday I decided to take some pics as inspiration for my art, as I really have to get painting for an exhibition in August and another in October. Last time I had to steal the paintings from my Mum’s wall (well, borrow them, as they’re back up there now) I never seem to have more than one or two of my own paintings at a time, as they are either earmarked for wedding presents or commissions for other people. I certainly don’t have any permanently on the walls at my place.
So we deposited the kids in a park beside the marina as they wanted to play hide and seek with their cousins and Neil and I trotted off to take photos of the castle, boats and watery things in general. Then, as it was so hot, we stopped for lashings of ginger beer at the Windrose – well, a pint of Guinness and Smithwicks, if I am to be truthful and shame the devil…and it was lovely stuff! :]