Ards and Arts

The day started with me cycling to Daft Eddies on the Ards peninsula, then driving the car with bike home, allowing David to cycle home. He had inner tube issues this morning, so I headed out alone while he got sorted then drove to Daft Eddies. I pushed hard for the hour trip south and was happy enough not to do the return journey. This is a cottage I pass on the way.

Looking out to Strangford Lough.

Almost there.

In the afternoon, I went to Bangor for a bit of swing dancing. The vintage seaside festival included a fashion show of vintage dresses, some made in Belfast in the 1940s to mimic what was appearing in fashion magazines. Some made in Paris. The styles were old world glamour of the Jackie O variety. Gloves, hats, teeny purses. Amazing how perfectly preserved they were.
In the evening we went to see Camille O’Sullivan, a singer from Cork who is very entertaining--very quirky. She has a good voice but I didn’t enjoy the bits in each song where the electric guitar, drums, and keyboard amped up, drowning out her voice. I think one of the signs of getting old is you don’t enjoy live music because it’s so loud and its hard to make out the lyrics of the songs. So I’m officially old.
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