Do not know what happened to the rest of my Northern Ireland blog, disappeared when I published it, so will try again.  Went up to Giants Causeway and Craik a Rede, a rope bridge between 2 massive rocks very high above the sea.  Scared myself silly walking over it.   Went to Londonderry, very uneasy place. Went to Belfast and did a Black Taxi tour which takes you around Shankill Road and Falls Road, where most of the trouble between the Protestants and the Catholics occurred in the late 60s/early 70s, ( and more recently if you believe the locals).  The taxi driver was very passionate about the cause.   There are still big gates between the 2 areas which still get locked each night. Crazy.  I just love the quaint little villages and tiny roads and stone fences.  So gorgeous.  It feels like you are in a time warp back to the 60s.  Stayed at Courtney’s old farm in Annalong and spent a lot of time with the awesome neighbours who have been there, and knew Courtney and his family for the last 51 years.  Such giving, funny, gorgeous people.  Spent most nights at their houses into the wee small hours.  Was like another world, in a good way.  We will definitely go back there in the next 2-3 years. Went visiting back to Courtney’s family other farm at Dundonald.  I love this part of the world.  Drove back to Dublin and spent the night with Dylan and Liz then flew out to Berlin yesterday. Had to say farewell to my gorgeous boy but they will be home in late November.  Yah, not too long.