Monday, 21 August 2017

BELFAST & HOME

ALBERT CLOCK

TITANIC BELFAST

SAMSON, OR IS IT GOLIATH?

PROW OF HMS CAROLINE

BOBBY SANDS MURAL OFF THE FALLS ROAD

CUPAR ROAD AND THE PEACE WALL

ULSTER VOLUNTEERS MURAL IN SHANKILL ROAD

MEMORIAL TO BAYARDO PUB BOMBING

KENILWORTH CASTLE

KENILWORTH CASTLE GARDENS
It was about 8.00pm by the time we found somewhere to stay on Saturday night. We had checked out possibilities in Killyleagh on Strangford Lough without success. We then drove back a short distance to a Camping and Caravanning Club site in Delamont Country Park that we had previously passed.

The site managers, Gill and Paul, were initially a little uncertain about letting us in as we were sleeping in a car and people might see us changing! When I explained we had curtains, cooking facilities and a mattress they relented and let us stay as 'backpackers', and charged us what it would have cost to pitch a tent. We had time to eat supper before the light failed and then made use of the excellent warm showers before turning in for the night.

We were much refreshed when we continued on to Belfast in the morning and, being a Sunday, we were able to park right in the city centre. Passing the Albert Memorial on the way, we decided to take a stroll to the Titanic Quarter, named after the ill-fated liner that was built here. We walked through the impressive Titanic Belfast building, a visitor and information centre located by the Titanic's slipway, saw the huge Harland and Wolff cranes named Samson and Goliath, and finally reached HMS Caroline, the sole surviving warship to have fought at the Battle of Jutland in 1916.

Most of the remaining day was spent exploring the decks of HMS Caroline and learning about its history and the Battle. The Captain's and other officer’s cabins were furnished just as they would have been 100 years ago. It was so interesting that we only just got round the cruiser before one of the staff announced they were closing.

We walked back to the city centre and ate in a Wetherspoon pub before looking for somewhere to car-camp for the night. We ended up sleeping in the car park of Cairnshill Methodist Church which was just around the corner from Cairnshill Park & Ride, which was where we left the car the following morning.

Our final day in Belfast involved catching the bus from the Park & Ride to City Hall, and then walking to the west side of the city where much of what we heard on the news during 'The Troubles' took place. The weather was wet and dreary but we managed to dodge most of the showers.

Our route took us initially up Grosvenor Road until we reached the infamous Falls Road, which is synonymous with the Republican community in the city. There were many political wall murals to be seen as we followed the Falls Road north east, some honouring republican heroes, some commemorating victims of Unionist attacks and some condemning Britain and the British Army.

A short distance after the IRA Memorial Garden we turned left up Cupar Road, passing through the now (hopefully) permanently open gates that separate the Republican and Unionist communities. The boundary that separates the communities runs along Cupar Road and is called the peace line. The high walls of the peace line are almost entirely covered with yet more murals, but many of them had a much more conciliatory message than those in the Falls Road.

We eventually reached Shankill Road, as infamous in the news as the Falls Road, and walked eastwards back towards the city centre. As before, there were many wall murals to be seen, but this time with Unionist messages. We spent some time at the extensive Memorial to the victims of the Bayardo Bar massacre. Union Jacks and Northern Ireland flags were in abundance pretty well the whole length of the road.

Whilst what we saw in Derry very much emphasised the human rights issues that fuelled the troubles, in Belfast the nationalistic differences were much more in evidence. We did not see very much evidence of a clash of religious beliefs, but since Unionists were generally Protestants and Republicans generally Catholics, it could certainly look that way.

We finally reached the city centre and, following a little shopping, caught the Park & Ride back to Cairnshill.

Our ferry from Belfast to Liverpool, the Stena Mersey, would be leaving at 10.00pm so we didn't waste too much time in driving back into Belfast, this time to the ferry port. I had booked a cabin for the overnight crossing so, once aboard, we had a quick look around the passenger deck, ate some food in our cabin and went straight to sleep.

All too soon we were being rudely awakened by the loud speaker and asked to be ready to go to our cars. We were making our way south out of Liverpool by 7.00am.

To break up the five hour journey home we decided to visit Kenilworth Castle near Coventry on our way. We arrived at the English Heritage site just after opening time at 10.00am. There was much to find out about the history of the castle, but most interesting was that the most recent sections were built by Robert Dudley, 1st Earl of Leicester, in order to entertain Queen Elizabeth I in the hope of marrying her. Although this didn't happen, they remained lifelong friends until his death.


It was a gloriously sunny day, perfect for exploring a place which, in the main, lacked a roof. Rubi dozed in the passenger seat as I drove the final miles home after what had been a terrific holiday and learning experience.