Last week I ticked one more thing off my list of 40 things to do before 40. It’s a good job quite frankly, as time is slipping away and I’m a little behind schedule. The lemon curd may have been mastered, but I’ve yet to get anywhere near a water bed, let alone Iceland.
Last week was all about the Dark Hedges in Northern Ireland, inspired by something I cut out of a newspaper a couple of years ago. I really like cutting things out of newspapers and magazines, partly because I like the idea of trying new things but also just because I find the scissor action very satisfying.*
The Dark Hedges is an avenue of beech trees, planted in the eighteenth century by the Stuart family in a bid to impress visitors as they drove up to their home. Bee and Belle may have been fairly nonplussed – ‘Is this it? Just some trees?’ – but it certainly impressed me.
We had beautiful weather, so after tracking down The Dark Hedges – (‘This hotel is called The Hedges so we must be close!) – we drove up to the coast to visit Giant’s Causeway and the Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge.
So that’s Northern Ireland done. Bring on the water bed.
*Note to self: possibly just add ‘get out more’ to list?