A day hiking... Went to Murlough Bay, FairHead. The Cliffs at the North Coast.. Amazingly beautiful and the wind was strong enough to blow a dumb bitch or queer, making a selfie at the edge, off of the cliffs.
Of course I thought it a good idea to climb down a cliff and walk alongside the coast toward Ballycastle and get my bus overthere... Halfway down I started to realize that things looked more easy than it was, going on and finally reaching the sea, it was not really a coastline but eroded rocks about to be swallowed by the upcoming flood..
Going on and on I decided the best thing to do is to go up the rocks as a ''short cut'' reaching some cliff elsewhere in between, after seeing it too tyring along / in the sea. And for fucks sake, the rain kept pouring, and finally up there I still wanted to make it to the last bus; I ran and ran untill on some road again and a car passed me by. I waved my hand and I saw they were uncomfortable and they smiled and waved back, they knew I wanted to ask a ride to the big road, so they played the ignorant fools because they did not want a muddy soaked wet beardneck in the back of their car for 5 minutes, so had to ran another 15 minutes untill I reached a bar and had to go to the train with a taxi. Cold wet clothes aren't fun when you stop moving.
For some reason I can't fucking help myself going off-road / cliff whatever and end up in some 'fucking myself over' position. This I am going to feel tomorrow throughout my body. That were some Spiderman movements I made for some hours going down, along the sea and up again.
Images and video footages another day to be uplouded.
1. "Youth, oh, youth! | of whom then, youth, art thou born?
Say whose son thou art,
Who in Fafnir's blood | thy bright blade reddened,
And struck thy sword to my heart."
2. "The Noble Hart | my name, and I go
A motherless man abroad;
Father I had not, | as others have,
And lonely ever I live."