Downpatrick Head

We went on a little holo holo, er, wait, wrong country; a little jolly to Downpatrick Head, where my namesake, St. Patrick, founded a church many moons ago. Beautiful country indeed!

 Yikes! Unfortunately the winds and seas were not howling today, so no blowhole action.

The remains of St. Patrick's church and a WWII lookout building in the background.

His nibs.

 Looking south.

 Looking east.

 No barriers here!

Kirsty looking out towards the lone sea stack here, called Dun Briste (broken fort). Legend has it that a local chieftain refused to convert to Christianity, so St. Patrick thrust his staff into the ground and the land broke away: with the chieftain still on it.

Kirsty standing in the "R" of "EIRE 64," which was one of approximately 82 signs put in place along the coast of Ireland during WWII to let pilots know where they were flying. Most of the signs are long gone, but this one has been restored.

Peace my friends!