Castlewellan Travel Blog› entry 6 of 8 › view all entries
Having only just got used to reading the speedo in the van in kilometres we are now in Northern Ireland and back to miles and we have to find £'s again and put away the Euros. Our first stop is the Ulster-American Folk Park and we arrive too early for the opening time of 10am and it is raining steadily. Once it opens we walk around the extensive grounds. Buildings have been relocated there and some of Ireland's history is told from about the time of the Potato Famine onwards. Folk working in th park are dressed in the period they are illustrating and perform tasks such as baking bread, spinning or weaving. Fires burn in the hearths of some of the houses. One bemoans the recent hot weather that has sent her batch of candles all out of shape! Another woman hearing Andrew's accent asks us all about Australia as her only daughter has married and gone to live in Western Australia and has produced the first grandchild which she will be visiting at Christmas time.
Next stop is the Giant's Causeway. As we leave the van in the hill top car park there is a strange smell in the air which is either animal or bird manure. As time is tight we catch the small bus that take one down the steep track to the causeway and the tour guide gives us an excellent background to the formation of the geological wonder. We get out and take the obligatory pictures and Andrew goes for a bit of a scramble on the rocks before we head back up the cliff by bus. We have picked out the camping spot from the guide book on camping and it is called the Forrest Park Camp at Castlewellan.
In the near distance we see the castle and the grounds are indeed in a forrest that is just like an English park. Chose a spot and set up finding lots of tent pegs in the meantime. Can't remember what we cooked up but early on in our stay in Ireland I bought some white pudding as I didn't fancy the black pudding and we had that for breakfast for several mornings along with bacon scrambled eggs, tomatoes and mushrooms. It was delicious. There are some party tyrpes in the camp ground and although they didn't annoy us too much with noise they left very early in the morning and left a huge pile of rubbish.