A pig on the spit in a floury bap, kangaroo skewer and a large fish and chips. That was my lunch on Saturday. I'm a glutton what can I say!
The purpose of this post however was not to brag about my amazing lunch. It is to do with what happened afterwards. As you do when you go to visit family you haven't seen in a while, you have the catch up chats and the odd drink. Both of ours took place in my brother's local pub, The Mad Monk, in Middelton. After one too many pints of well crafted beer and a dinner box in the chipper, we were left with quite sore heads the next morning. Not happy with wasting the day, as we hardly ever get to meet up, we decided to go to Ballycotton for a spot of cliff jumping.
The path to the cliffs is a steep narrow path that splits from the main cliff walk just outside the village.
When we reached the spot, we were greeted by Barney, a very friendly dog that was waiting patiently for his owner to finish his sea swim.
With a quick change of clothes it wasn't long before some jumping started. The cliff is around 7m high at high tide and 10m at low. The tide was high when we were there which meant for a smaller but still exciting jump. I always find that no matter how small or high a jump is into the water I always without fail get slight butterflies as I stand on top, waiting, peering out over the ledge to the water below. But sure once I take the leap and feel the rush of adrenalin as I plunge into the water, all fear is washed away and replaced with, Oh please can I do it again?! Jasus do I love cliff jumping.
We spent about a hour there until our heads were cleared and the hunger had returned. It was a great way of putting down a hungover Sunday and i cant wait until I am back down again.
Heres a short video of our trip.
ar an rothar
endurance cyclist, adventurer and usually hungry