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Ireland Trip - Day 18 - Northern Ireland

Blogging at 21:00 on Friday 20th August from N 55.09028°, W 07.02366° / http://maps.google.com/maps?q=loc:55.09028%2C-07.02366

We had a fairly early start and got to Malin Head just after nine. It was a decent strategy. We had a good hour and a half wandering around the area and enjoyed the truly massive seascapes and beautifully rugged coastline (pic) before the worst of the madding crowds arrived. In truth, it was a better experience than I'd hoped for. 

Malin Head is, of course, the northernmost point of Ireland and, perhaps unhelpfully, apparently featured in the most recent Star Wars movie so the double attraction to tourists is self-evident.

The northernmost point was complete with the northernmost coffee-van plus the northernmost tat-sellers operating from the northernmost trailer and as we were leaving at around mid-morning there were literally hundreds of people of many nationalities milling about - and even more arriving. Cardinal points and R2-D2 have much to answer for.

The rest of the day has basically been  just a steady commute round to what we're intending to be our overnighting spot (coordinates). It's a fairly random point on a track that accesses a very informal nature reserve running along part of the perimeter of Lough Foyle. We've seen plenty of birds here but nothing unexpected or unusual.

Part of today's commute involved plopping out of the Republic and re-entering Northern Ireland. Again, the cultural cues were immediate and stark. 

We're at where we're at because tomorrow is another parkrun day, this time at Portrush. It's apparently a pretty tough and unique one as it's the only one in the world run entirely on a sandy beach... as if 5k flat out whilst trying not to breath in anyone else's forcefully exhaled aerosols wasn't hard enough already.

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