It’s only going to get chillier, or so I’m told. But yesterday I was cold enough in Belfast. There wasn’t even snow! I’m also approaching maximum layerage with two shirts, a thick coat, scarf, hat, trousers, a socks and boots combo, and gloves. Somehow I’m going to fit more on.
The throng of people on the (no longer really) green in front of Belfast’s City Hall checking out the Christmas market made things feel a bit warmer. Weaving between bodies in narrow, shop lined paths has its advantages.
Mulled wine. Kangaroo and Springbok burgers. Even if the All Blacks did lose to England, at least I can eat the Tri Nations! The markets have every manner of expected and unexpected delight. Santa’s grotto looked more like a ‘come hither into my garage children for I have candy’ affair, but aside from that everything was quaint, christmasy and fair teeming with people!
Both Tiernan and I, I must say, look fairly chilly! We sorted this by procuring some of the tiniest, yet most delicious, pancakes I have ever had.
Amongst the sights to be seen were some other snowy characters I have never associated with Christmas before – like penguins!
A bit of an assault on the senses (there were colours and sweets of every kind!) I magpied around for two hours looking at everything, buying nothing, and then heading back to Dublin.