That was Ireland, so it was

Well, we're on the Belfast-Stranraer ferry after a brilliant day. Ireland's roads were made for motorcycling - smooth, new and largely empty. Apart from some dodgy drivers on the Dublin ring road, it's a cracking place to ride. The weather has been kind to us, after a very wet night, and amazingly out kit was dry this morning, after yesterday's soaking. We did encounter some rain, not long after arriving in Northern Ireland. "It's not a day for bikes, God love ya" said a chap who came up to us. I thought he was a priest - turned out he ran the local garage and cafe, so we dried off with a sandwhich.
Managed to get earlier ferry - the empty 5pm sailing - just the thing after six hours on the road. next stop - Scotland.
R

Loved today!  Firstly, I could see properly - yesterday the wind blew one of my lenses out of my eye so I was left with a lop-sided view of the world. Grrrh...   Today, though, everything was pin sharp.  Loved counties Wexford, Wicklow, Meath and Louth which passed in a flash of sunshine and wind.   Still have to close my eyes though when R overtakes or goes too long in the fast lane, wimp that I am!  Only down side of empty roads was that there were no other bikes to nod at (forget Debrett's, this is Biking Etiquette!).  R had deputised nodding duties to me but had nothing to do...  Ah well, bring on Scotland.  C

PS Just HOW long does it take for wet gloves to dry out?  Felt as if my fingers had been trapped in the icebox compartment for most of the day...   

The morning after the storm - Rosslare Harbour

Later that day - Belfast Harbour (you can just see the Harland and Wolfe cranes in the background)