Fermanagh is a lovely county, with some mountains, and lakes a plenty. One of the things I miss, though, is the beach. I'm not really a lie on the beach or build sandcastles type of person, but the beach can be a place for lots of fresh air and a good walk. We're now that little bit further from Portstewart Strand, and the north Down coastal path is out of the question these days. Our nearest beach is to be found across the border, at the destination of Orangemen on a Saturday in July - Rossnowlagh, County Donegal.
We've been for a walk there several times now, most recently on the Queen's Diamond Jubilee Bank Holiday Monday. It felt a bit strange to be celebrating her reign by leaving her realm, but at the same time it was a lovely day (when the sun shone unhidden by the clouds!). Despite the impression given by some of these photos, there was quite a crowd at the beach. Lots of cars were parked, ice cream vans were competing for trade, and there were plenty of dogs - as Pippa discovered to her cost when an overly friendly golden retriever came to say hello.
Here are a few pictures from the day:
This man was earnestly hunting for treasure. Don't think he found any.
The tide was well and truly out, giving us plenty of beach to play with.
I don't think this crab was sunbathing. He looked a bit crabbid, really.
The scenery is beautiful in this part of Donegal.
This might be the buoys brigade, marking off where it's unsafe for vehicles to journey across the softer sand.
The kite was flying high - until I tried to take some photos of it, and promptly crashed.
The lifeguard station was closed up. No Baywatch available that day - perhaps Pamela Anderson and David Hasselhoff were otherwise occupied.