Aberaeron

One of the many nice things about where we stayed in Wales, was that it wasn’t far from the seaside.

In this case Aberaeron, where the brightly painted houses remind me of harbour towns in Scotland.
The old harbourmaster’s house was particularly fine.
There were some nice boats in the marina…
…and I really admired the chutzpah of calling such a small boat ‘The African Queen’.
I think some thespians must live here.
The day we visited a special horse festival was going on (which made it very difficult to park).
I’m not sure how much the donkeys enjoyed it.

The guillemots of Glenarm

From Bangor, we sailed north to Glenarm, one of the famous Glens of Antrim.

At the lovely little marina, we moored next to this handsome boat.
Glenarm has claims to be the oldest town in Ulster, with a 12th century charter, and a castle. More recently, its major source of employment was a lime and sandstone quarry.
Big chunks of rock decorated the harbour edge…
…and could be glimpsed under the seaweed in the clear water.
Glenarm was clearly very prosperous at one time.
However, like a lot of the places Dad visited in Ireland, it’s clearly in decline. Sadly, the PO had just closed.
The marina opened in 2002, but as there’s no where to eat in the village, I’m not sure how much money the yachties bring into the local economy.
As in Bangor, nesting holes had been left for the local black guillemots.
Dad and I thought that these chaps had only recently fledged, as they made quite a meal out of flying.
Sadly we didn’t have the chance to visit the walled gardens at Glenarm Castle…
…so we contented ourselves with a walk round the old harbour.
Bye,bye Glenarm.

The day I went to Bangor – UPDATED

Last Friday I flew into Belfast, then took the train to Bangor to met up with my Dad at the marina.

Bangor is a lovely little place…

…with plenty to wander round and see…
…including some old life boats…
…fishing boats…
…and a mine sweeper.
I fell in love with the black guillemots who nest all over the marina.
They are totally habituated to people and and hang around like little penguins.
I’m glad that I had the chance to see Rose the seal (who habitually hangs around the marina)…
…and these well dressed minature schnauzers.
Bye,bye Bangor.