After taking over Ireland, we headed NORTH (all the signs say just that – NORTH, not just North). First, we stopped by Belfast to check out Titanic Belfast.
Did you know that the Titanic was built there? Not in this posh new interpretive centre, but in the actual shipyard right behind it. I believe that I should build my flagship, the HMS Turtle, in a different shipyard, what with this one being a bit off. Not only did they build the Titanic, but they also built the Brittannia. Plus, my second book, “Do it Yourself Empire Building” clearly states (p. 47), “DO NOT build in Belfast”. Sorry Belfast.
Onward! Our base camp: Castlerock.
We got there, and I tried to convince the troops that this could be our new HQ. Just send for our belongings, and rename it Turtle City. The cruel mumster and BearBoy were in, but the Intrepid Daddyman was all like “but my job!”
Why have a job, I thought, when you can have an EMPIRE?
My thoughts were expressed exactly by the contrast between our car (the black) and the local car (your guess). And no, this is NOT simply "the wonders of perspective" (one of BearBoy's favourite phrase :-/).
Alas, no luck. Our consolation prize was the beach! Notice, there’s no one there?
That’s because the locals AND the tourists think it’s too cold. Except for the Crazy Canucks. Notice, that would be us?
We spent as long as the cruel mumster would permit (which was NOT SUFFICIENT) building a sand empire. We then faced the inevitability of nature, or as the cruel mumster said, “The waves will eat your castles. FACE IT.”
From there, we headed to the Giant’s Causeway. If you‘ve never of the legend of Fionn MacCool, check it out. Beautiful, intimidating, and probably dangerous.
It was a hard-fought battle. But, like every other challenge I have faced, I was victorious.
See? Photographic proof. Look at this last picture while playing “We are the Champions” (by Queen….or should it be KING?!?). That will give you the right idea.
Next: Scotland. Bye-bye bagpipes.