During the Friday afternoon, we took the train to the City airport (now known as "George Best Belfast City airport" just to make more money for the sign suppliers we guess) and collected a hire car. Think we mentioned before how the local trains are rather new and nice:
Especially when compared to the life expired, uncomfortable, antique local Cardiff trains that we had been using all winter:
We headed off by Fiat 500 into Belfast to find the osteopath's lair. End result? A pocket £60 lighter and the most wonderfully taped up knees you could imagine:
Of course, they will never rival John's awesome offerings but...
That evening, John and Tina treated us to dinner at an excellent new restaurant, Pearl Well worth a visit if in the area or a detour if not.
Saturday and Sunday were not exactly taxing. The (now famous) knees had to be rested a little from hills so we pottered about the area. It was busy as the Tall Ships were departing from Belfast and it felt like all of Northern Ireland had clustered along Belfast Lough to see them. We spotted an interesting Nordhavn though. Perhaps they are building a new motorsailer or perhaps the owner of this fine craft is dreaming of owning one:
Wandering around Donaghadee (still a nice name) we saw the lifeboat drag in a yacht, whose crew did not look even a teeny bit embarrassed at their rescue after being deposited alongside the quay:
We also saw another old lifeboat to add to our collection of sad decaying ex rescue boats. The hull was nicely painted but the superstructure was a real mess:
The irony of the notice propped up against this sad looking old girl was not lost on us:
The "restoration" must have been quite a while ago.
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