Friday, September 30, 2011

Rostrevor, Ireland

From Sligo we headed back to the west coast along some winding country roads, through some beautiful green rolling hills. 


We had expected a boarder crossing into the UK, but the only way we knew we had entered Northern Ireland was when we stopped at a petrol station, and realized the currency had changed to Euros, and the road signs were no longer bilingual English and Gaelic.

There were many typical cottages along our route, some like this rambling house had obviously been added onto over the generations.  Other larger buildings had some great architectural stone, brick and wooden details.

Our destination was the very typical Irish town of Rostrevor, complete with at least 2 churches and 4-5 pubs.  There is a wonderful large park just at the edge of town where we set up camp for the next 3 days. 
The annual music festival is what drew us to Rostrevor.  The festival is a small affair with a stage is set up right in the middle of town, with other venues set up at various places. The acts varied with everything from traditional and contemporary Irish, to Country Western.  Our favorite was the tradition Ceili session, where everyone swapped songs or stories in an intimate setting.  Some of the best music happens in the open pub sessions where the Guiness flows freely, and young and old alike play late into the night.