Crossing the water

A lovely sunny day most of which was spent travelling over to Donegal for a few nights.

As we left home I joked to the mammy that with my blue strides and her blue top we could be perceived, wrongly, as being fans of a particular Glasgow football team. Not really ideal when heading to NI and the the irony was increased as we passed the police armed vehicles on their way back from Derry and the Apprentice Boys March.

By the time we reached the city, the march had thankfully passed leaving lots of rubbish on the streets, union jacks and this wee girl with her flute and hat.