It was easier going up than coming down. It's been raining for the past few days and the path was more of a river. I had to go down part of the way on my bum amongst the sheep droppings*.
On our way back home, we stopped in at The Thatch in Broughshane for a half pint of Guinness next to the fire.
|Slemish from the car on our way back to the town.|
The walk half way up Slemish made up for the disappointment of the Oktomat pictures not coming out. The girl at the photo counter at Boots held up a blank film for me. I was at least prepared for it with all the bad reviews I'd read, but it didn't completely make up for the let down.
*Walking around the Fairhill Centre waiting for my (blank) film to be developed Lee says 'I smell poo. I think it's us'.