The weather was cold with gale force winds. I swear it was spitting snow.
We left there drove along the coast to Portrush and passed this crumbling castle called Dunluce Castle.
Our aim was to go back a different way than we came. We had the trusty GPS, Nuala, and our faithful Collins Ireland Comprehensive Road Atlas,
however; a motorcyle race closed the road we were to take. We looked at each other and knew we were screwed. We followed the traffic and somehow ended right back where the road block was. Tim pulled over as far as he could and said a motorcycle was coming up behind us. I flagged it down and it turned out to be a policeman. Told him our predictament and he said "follow me". Hence, our police escort out of Northern Ireland!
Slan go foill.
No comments:
Post a Comment