A few miles from the Giant's Causeway there is Carrick-a-Rede, the rope bridge. My sweet pal Vee and I clambered onto it and although I threatened to jump up and down on the middle part when she was crossing I behaved most ladylike and we made it to the other side just fine. What a beautiful place!
In April two wondrous friends are coming and one of them is already shitting bricks but is adamant that she will attempt to cross it. I know she will be marvelous at it and I will be a good girl and not make the bridge sway like I did with Vee...
Ancient mustard-colored seashore lichens adorn the cliffs and gulls nestle on little perches, unaffected by the strong wind gusts and cold weather. The ocean here is as always roaring and wild, bashing against the rocks. After Vee and I made it to the other side we had to go back. With an entire schoolbus of teenagers right behind us on the bridge...
In April two wondrous friends are coming and one of them is already shitting bricks but is adamant that she will attempt to cross it. I know she will be marvelous at it and I will be a good girl and not make the bridge sway like I did with Vee...
Ancient mustard-colored seashore lichens adorn the cliffs and gulls nestle on little perches, unaffected by the strong wind gusts and cold weather. The ocean here is as always roaring and wild, bashing against the rocks. After Vee and I made it to the other side we had to go back. With an entire schoolbus of teenagers right behind us on the bridge...
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