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The day started well with sightings of long-tailed ducks bobbing about in the sea. A superb way to spend a lazy breakfast.
After leaving camp we visited Ards Forest Friary where Emma felt well enough to take a walk around the grounds. The grounds overlook the sea and we had some good views of sandwich terns and an excellent close up of a grey seal.
After the Friary we flirted with Glenveagh national park where we spent a little while looking for white-tailed eagles. They remained elusive though, so we headed off back towards the coast where we had some cracking views around the Roses peninsula, and just south of it found a super-impressive clean surfing beach (coordinates).
We parked up at the the beach and the idea was that I'd go off on the bike to find a suitable overnighting spot.
It didn't work out that way. Unfortunately I completely misjudged a simple bunny hop and took a 20+mph spill into a bridge parapet, then the pavement, then the road.
Suffice to say it was a pretty bad crash. I broke my bike, trashed my gloves and jacket, and sustained some painful injuries. In no particular order these are: ripping the skin off almost all of my left index finger, skinning all knuckles left hand, skinning all knuckles right hand, skinning a good chunk of my right index finger, skinning left shoulder, left elbow, left knee, right knee, right ankle; banging and grazing my head and taking a bad knock to my left groin - presumably from the bar stem as I spilled.
It shook me. I was able to make the bike mobile enough to limp it back to the truck where it now rests awaiting eventual repair. This will not be simple or cheap.
I got cleaned up as best I could then Emma helped me patch up the various injuries. The worst so far seem to be my groin (swollen and painful) and my left hand. The knuckles are swollen like I've been cage fighting and my badly skinned left index finger is lacking sensation.
Onwards and upwards though...
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