Day 47 - Sunday at Lynott Street.

This is where it could go a bit awry.
Last night we had a good old drink to celebrate Wye and its memories.
I think Trevor went out with some friends.

I spent a long time today thinking about the blog.
Maybe I should have been writing instead.

The lovely Jack and Thelma, Trevor’ parents came over for a BBQ. Wait, that doesn’t happen until Saturday I think.

We met up with John and Marlene Mc Cann. These two fine people are uncle and aunt to Alan, our son in law.

I think Trevor was under pressure because he had a rain check, preferring the solitude of Lynott Street to the throngs that were up where the Sunday morning Art and Craft market is held.

After a trawl around and up and down the market we just went for a couple of drinks down on the foreshore. The Beachcombers was to be our pub of choice. Sitting right by the beach it was chocca on this fine Sunday afternoon. A lot of families seem to meet up for lunch and or drinks here. Anyway, another fine link to view more on this place.

It was strange talking to Marlene, she’s a girl that has been out of Belfast for thirty nine years, yet, if you closed your eyes you would think it was her sister Jennifer talking. And she’s still there! In Belfast I mean.

We had a few wee drinks, John and I mostly watched the people and enjoyed the scenery, while the girls had a right wee chinwag.
Turns out they lived off the main highway that almost passes Nicolas’, place how’s that for convenience.
We agreed for John to come and pick us up in the morning to go for a wee drive up to the peninsula probably.