Ahhh, Home

Warning: This post probably won’t make any sense at all to you North Americans and I suspect you won’t see the relevance or humour in it but for me it’s a slice of home, albeit a morbidly funny slice.

Still with me? Very well.

So my dad sent me this link today and I had a bit of an amusing giggle at Northern Irish ingenuity (or the lack thereof) after watching the video. Two boats and a helicopter and still the boat is stranded along with the rescue boat as well. Absolutely brilliant if you ask me. You have to be Irish to really appreciate the humour in that.

What shocked me though was something I wasn’t expecting at all. While I watched I was almost overcome with a wave of homesickness and nostalgia. I’ve been to Portrush. I spent many childhood summers there. I suddenly had a deep yearning to go back and watch the waves pound against the beach. Of course the accents of all the people in the video didn’t help either. I mean I hear that broad accent all the time with my family but I’m almost deaf to it and it’s only when I hear non family members talking that I smile and recognize it and long to hear more.

Hrrm. I guess this means it’s time for me to start planning another trip home pretty soon.

If you want to come along you’re going to have to be able to answer a pretty rigorous pre-trip interrogation in the following three questions:

Who am I?

Where am I?

And where the hell are my pants?

You’ve Been Down That Road Before Neo…

Here are a couple of pics that I took last night at 4am when it was really foggy outside. I think they turned out rather well. Dark and spooky. It’s hard to tell, but it’s about -40°C out there.

The first two are taken out the front window and the second out the back.

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