30. hunting giant rock castles
one of the first things recalciton saw when his heart rate was 199, pumped on aderenalin, after escaping his mummified lover (see episode 29) was a curtain of rock hanging from the ground.
closer inspection revealed more earthly delight than an out of shape materials brain, or is that brain material, could take. hexagons of rock! gaint organs! in between heartbeats he could feel a road trip building in his loins.
first thing to do, according to lithographic memory in his brain, was to drive and drive until north of the eire land would end - this being a logical point to start looking for curtains parting into the sea.
turns out that the windsock showing planes how to land on the beach was also embedded in between the hard sand car park and the kiddies play area.
our interpretor and tour guide, theresa rose, was happy to be out of the car and informed us that the shock we were seeing on the japanese tourists face was the water flowing all around and not confined to a pint sized glass.
park the cars on the beach and build the hoses as close as possible she told us. recalcitron quipped that it must be that when the sea is not frozen having your house that close to the jump rock makes it much easier to muster up the courage to go surfing.
don't be a smart ass she told him. turn around and see for yourself the brass parts of the lads around here... you can sit until you're blue in the chair she sideled back.
and if you can't remember which rock your house is on, as a result of post surfing brain freeze, or just want to step back in time - just walk down this alley and when you come out the other side you might be back on the map.
more like off the map thought miss adventure - or back in time. is that a darn lucky castle i she perched perliously on the that crumbling cliff edge she asked.
come with me down this ski ramp, through the shute and into onto the island of dunluce castle was the word from the tour guide.
over behind there that bit the old kitchen just slipped into the sea one day, taking half the merry maids of the kitchen staff with it she said.
up the coast the elephants nose or the anteaters' snouts? would anyone ever figure it out?
as they stood enjoying the view and listening the boom of whitewash against the rocks, the japanese tourists waved their camera and demanded a rum of portaits be made or that they would hold their breaths until they were shot.
meanwhile, recalcitron snooped around and found the remaining floor of the old pizza oven had a bed of thin slate shingles, filled with graded white rocks from the seashore below. this ingenious design provided a good solid bed for the roaring fire and itself become hot, retaining heat and providing insulation.
teresa rose tells us that although they rebuilt the bridge over the one part moat, no plans were pending the build a re-creation of the kitchen.
now, she piped, let us leave this castle and venture out to the zone of morpholigical equilibrium. our man fin mc cool awaits with his giant chocolate cake.
on the way out, miss adventure pulls recalcitron aside and down a flight of slippery stairs. i would not like to miss out on the portrature and have spied a nice little cubby hole to frame me against where cargo used to be delivered under the castle.
excitement gathers as the signage lets us know that gaints causeway is near. watch out for giant wave forms it says.
coming over the top of a little rise in the track, its welcome to hexagon heaven.
in between these stacks of rock imagination run wilds thinking of the legendary giant who laid down these pilars and piles of rock to make a bridge and escape to scotland.
over on the side the massive organ stands at ready to play the battle march.
the sea was flat. it could be imagined that sweeping right handers could turn this place into the wonderous surf break.
miss adventure was playing the magic shadow game and slipping backfards and forwards in time.
a long last the curtain of rock was found rising out of the ground. long left base of an imense column of rock older than the ramones.
our car load of happiness continued as groups shots were called for.
as payment for letting us be the receivers of her local knowledge, the tour guide negotiated a lift back up the hill to the car from our japanses alpaca.
last stop. soup and sandwiches...
and hats off and a banana.
closer inspection revealed more earthly delight than an out of shape materials brain, or is that brain material, could take. hexagons of rock! gaint organs! in between heartbeats he could feel a road trip building in his loins.
first thing to do, according to lithographic memory in his brain, was to drive and drive until north of the eire land would end - this being a logical point to start looking for curtains parting into the sea.
turns out that the windsock showing planes how to land on the beach was also embedded in between the hard sand car park and the kiddies play area.
our interpretor and tour guide, theresa rose, was happy to be out of the car and informed us that the shock we were seeing on the japanese tourists face was the water flowing all around and not confined to a pint sized glass.
park the cars on the beach and build the hoses as close as possible she told us. recalcitron quipped that it must be that when the sea is not frozen having your house that close to the jump rock makes it much easier to muster up the courage to go surfing.
don't be a smart ass she told him. turn around and see for yourself the brass parts of the lads around here... you can sit until you're blue in the chair she sideled back.
and if you can't remember which rock your house is on, as a result of post surfing brain freeze, or just want to step back in time - just walk down this alley and when you come out the other side you might be back on the map.
more like off the map thought miss adventure - or back in time. is that a darn lucky castle i she perched perliously on the that crumbling cliff edge she asked.
come with me down this ski ramp, through the shute and into onto the island of dunluce castle was the word from the tour guide.
over behind there that bit the old kitchen just slipped into the sea one day, taking half the merry maids of the kitchen staff with it she said.
up the coast the elephants nose or the anteaters' snouts? would anyone ever figure it out?
as they stood enjoying the view and listening the boom of whitewash against the rocks, the japanese tourists waved their camera and demanded a rum of portaits be made or that they would hold their breaths until they were shot.
meanwhile, recalcitron snooped around and found the remaining floor of the old pizza oven had a bed of thin slate shingles, filled with graded white rocks from the seashore below. this ingenious design provided a good solid bed for the roaring fire and itself become hot, retaining heat and providing insulation.
teresa rose tells us that although they rebuilt the bridge over the one part moat, no plans were pending the build a re-creation of the kitchen.
now, she piped, let us leave this castle and venture out to the zone of morpholigical equilibrium. our man fin mc cool awaits with his giant chocolate cake.
on the way out, miss adventure pulls recalcitron aside and down a flight of slippery stairs. i would not like to miss out on the portrature and have spied a nice little cubby hole to frame me against where cargo used to be delivered under the castle.
excitement gathers as the signage lets us know that gaints causeway is near. watch out for giant wave forms it says.
coming over the top of a little rise in the track, its welcome to hexagon heaven.
in between these stacks of rock imagination run wilds thinking of the legendary giant who laid down these pilars and piles of rock to make a bridge and escape to scotland.
over on the side the massive organ stands at ready to play the battle march.
the sea was flat. it could be imagined that sweeping right handers could turn this place into the wonderous surf break.
miss adventure was playing the magic shadow game and slipping backfards and forwards in time.
a long last the curtain of rock was found rising out of the ground. long left base of an imense column of rock older than the ramones.
our car load of happiness continued as groups shots were called for.
as payment for letting us be the receivers of her local knowledge, the tour guide negotiated a lift back up the hill to the car from our japanses alpaca.
last stop. soup and sandwiches...
and hats off and a banana.
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