Sunday 13th-we sleep in a house that’s stood for 300 years

After Derry we traveled to Amagh, still part of the Northern Ireland group of counties and here we meet Larry and Liz who live in a house built in around 1720 and run a farm that was bought by Larry’s Grandfather and a BnB. They renovated the home which has eight bedrooms to bring in some extra money and are wonderful hosts. If you are interested go to w.dundrumhouse.com

Liz tells us she can recommend a good meal at the pub down the road but we’re amazed at how far away we have to park down a narrow country road. We enter and as in all these pubs there are a series of small dark rooms and bars. The place is packed to the gunnels and we press thru the throng to find a seat. I have to say we didn’t feel very welcome. I got my cardi caught on somebody’s chair. As I went past she leaned back and I went back to ask her to learn forward and I wouldn’t say she gave me an evil eye, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. We sat for a minute and contemplated the bar which was 2-3 deep and we were being looked at like we had come from another planet. I got up and went into another small area that looked like it had tables but the group in there looked at me and carried on their conversation flat out so I went back and shouted to Gilbert I don’t think this is going to work. It was like a rabbit warren and it took us two or three goes to get out and kind’ve breathed a sigh of relief as we wondered if this was something to do with the Orangeman celebrations that had marched that day. Gilbert noticed a sign for the restaurant tucked around the corner. We had a lovely dinner but I guess a tiny country pub like that doesn’t get too many dark skinned strangers in.

Larry made coffee on our return and entertained us with some great stories. Some typically taking the mickey out of the Irish and some rather sad, telling us things that happened to his friends and family during the Troubles in Ireland. He’s very glad his children haven’t experienced the same fear and senseless killing that all families did during that time. We talk about the parade and he said the Catholic have St Patricks day and one other where the Irish would March but there are very strict guidelines. They must never “display an Irish flag or play Irish fiddle or pipe, but they are allowed to bang on a drum or a triangle like”, he says with a wry grin.

He talks about the terrorism from both sides and hopes they can get through the day without a killing and so far so good he says looking at his watch. It’s almost midnight.

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3 Responses to Sunday 13th-we sleep in a house that’s stood for 300 years

  1. renanopolis says:

    Ew sounds a bit horrible! Nice to go home and have a laugh so it’s not all bad memories from that place! Strange how dark their history is, forget about that!

    • figsforfree says:

      Yep, I made sure to keep smiling and prob not the dark skin, just diff people in the local, in a back country pub. It was strange for me to have an open smile met with a stare. Esp at the cardi incident. The recent ness of the violence is chilling and scary that such a tiny area can fall to that and talking to people it’s still bubbling under the surface. Everyone’s hopeful peace will come. Crazy crazy…

      • renanopolis says:

        Crazy alright, deathly kind of horrible. I suppose different too to the blank Chinese stares we got on our whanau trip, unless we misread the “you guys are huge” stares for “you guys are huge and it would be good to eat you” stares.

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