Here we are in Norn Iron. A trouble free transition only slightly retarded by 1000 (yes) 1000 bikers who took the High Speed Ferry to Belfast on their way to a rally in Portrush. It took for ever to load them on in batches of 50 or so with their bikes. Not a threatening event despite black leather looking more menacing than the dreaded hoodie and the average age, once they had peeled off their helmets and upper body armour nearer 55 than 50. All sexes represented and peaceful. Anyhow Huttonian and the wife were well sheltered in the Club Class lounge-for £10 extra as much as you can drink including wine and a variety of edible goodies and the consoling knowledge if the boat sank we would go down last being in the most elevated part of the stern. At thats worth ten quid in anyone's money.
So we spend our first night in the shadow of the might Mournes, as they sweep down to the sea. The forecast is ok for early tomorrow so it will be off to the golf course-if I am spared.
