June 18

June 18th (sunny and cloudy)
I had a restless sleep thinking we might not get up on time for the ferry to Belfast. Had breakfast and headed for ferry terminal to take the two-hour ferry . This ferry was like a small cruise ship and was very fast moving, (40 knots and jet-propelled). We paid the money and had one hour to tap into our internet while on board.
When we got to Belfast, we realized very quickly again why we do not like cities and found the M1 for our one hour drive to Bushmill. Arrived in Bushmill to an unusual campground where the owner would not stop cutting the grass all day – and we were trying to have a quiet drink under the tarp that George so painstakingly erected. Also, the stench of “slurry” almost did me in. Slurry is the mixture of “piss and shit” from the cows that they fertilize the fields with. I took an antihistamine and eye drops for the first time in my life, but ended up having a two-hour snooze.
Had dinner, played cards and slept for ten hours.