Percy French Country
Bloggees have asked for a glimpse of the Huttonian Homestead in Norn Iron. So here it is. A modest and very freshly white washed sea side pad which used to be the coachman's cottage of the house in front, between it and the sea. Maternal Grandfather Huttonian bought the House, cottage and orchard (now the site of six houses) in 1921. The Parents sold the house (and orchard) in the 1950s and it is now 6 flats-but fortunately held on to the cottage. It has a partial view of the sea, occasionally obstructed by Belfast day trippers parking to read the Sunday newspapers-as in the third image. Not necessarily there all day as they may have to pop back up to town to pick up the supplements.
When Percy French wrote the lyrics of the Mountain's of Mourne Sweeping down to the sea he no doubt had our lane in mind. Out of the cottage, right, right and first serious left again you are at the top of Slieve Donard.
If you have gone far enough
PS If you click on the top picture you can clearly see a lady reading her paper-broadsheet? Observer? And which supplement has she yet to open or fetch from the Malone Road?
Labels: Newcastle, Norn Iron, Slieve Donard