Soooo, this is Moy Park. They produce huge amounts of chicken and are relatively famous around here. They actually got big enough to be a large supporter of the World Cup and advertise there. Any ways, that’s actually all irrelevant but now you know, so you’re welcome. This is bassically their markdown area and on rare occasions they will put large quantities of “Secondhand chickens” up for sale when they don’t reach the level of standards the company holds all their chickens to. This was beautiful for us because honestly who cares if a chicken is 3oz under weight, if you offer me an almost fully sized chicken 2 for a pound you can bet I’m buying a lot. The pastor had the same idea and so over the course of the day we indeed purchased 50 chickens all of which intended to be frozen and removed to be cooked at will. This will be a summer of chickens, of all the uncertainties that still lie ahead for the summer, this much I can count on.
This is one of the only issues I’ve run into so far… (literally as well as figuratively)….
This was my first invite to tea. Here, they do not offer you tea without also offering you “Wee buns” or delicious trinkets which most often (in my experience) consists of various types of bread, shortbread and cookies.
The three above images are from the top of the Carnlough outlook; the first is overlooking the wall out over the ocean. The second is back towards town a wee bit and actually, you can see our house just to the left of that tan building. The third picture is looking back at mainstreet through the bars of anti-jumping. This is the part of the village that all the tour busses stop at and everyone gets out for 20 minutes to take pictures (despite this) I absolutely love this area and walk down to it every day that I can.
The three images above are from Cranny Falls, a local water fall who’s path actually begins right next to the touristy area. It’s a kilometer walk to the top of the hill and another kilometer walk over to the falls (25 minutes top). The hike is wonderfully mixed with steep parts and easy parts as well as park benches along the way that you can simply sit down and relax on. I myself have been walking this path and taking advantage of the benches as a peaceful haven to do scripture reading and Sunday preparations on in silence.
This is a beautiful flowering plant, right?
WRONG! It is the Devils plant! They have the most knarled spiked plant variety here that I have ever seen. I picked a few of the spikes off this particular one to dry out (because I can) and they’re atleast two inches in length.
This was taken a little bit farther north, up the coast. If you look at the rock to right you can see a statue of a man fishing. The rocks he is sitting on are actually the remnants of an ancient pier that no longer exists, sadly. The land that you can see over the ocean that is slightly blury is actually Scotland which is partly why this is one of my favorite pictures yet.
This is the backside of the house (and me getting artsy and having fun with camera angles 😛 )
This is my shower. It is a one car garage in the back of the house where we’ve run a hose from the house and hooked it up out here.
What you do is you hook up the propane tank to the “horse shower” then turn it on and it starts up kind of like a camping stove. Then you wait a minute for it to warm the water, and just like that you’ve got a working shower! (I legitimately love this thing).
The second congregation I’ve been able to help with here is in a village more inland called
Newtowncrommelin and here is one of the walls we painted last week. The church is painting and sanding etc. To get things prepared for the group coming later this summer as well as VBS and other things to be held there as well. I haven’t painted in a looong time and had forgotten how much I enjoyed it until we started this project. I am also constantly reminded while doing the cutting (fine detail work) that as a youth my brother Josiah always did all of the cutting because I lacked the patience. I can proudly say that I have mastered the techniques required for cutting and would also like to say that because I gave him all the fine work to do when we were young that it gave him the skills he needed to become the artist that he is today. You’re welcome Josiah 😉
This is the beach…. or lack thereof. When hi-tide comes in the water smashes against this wall which is actually the main road through the village.
On Thursday we had tea with one of the elders from Carnlough church and his wife. He used to be a dairy farmer but has since passed the business to his son but despite that, he showed me around the farm and the ins and outs of dairy farming. These are the milking machines that they still use today (to me they looked very Steampunk).
These are the calves (I had a special bond with the one with his tongue in his nose)
Farmhouse through the thicket.
This was my first Sunday! I was very nervous of having to speak and teach in front of two congregations my first week here (more on that later). This shirt comes with a backstory. I was given this shirt by my mother 4 years ago as a gift. It was one of my favorite colors, it was my size, it was extremely well made and tailored and for what ever reason I never opened it to wear it….. sorry mom. But because it was still in its package with the plastic collar pieces and pins in it, it was ideal for packing and bringing to ireland in my suitcase. So, after 4 years I finally wore it and sent my mom this picture. Thanks mom, you’re the best.
Teaching preparation done right.
This is a really old house that I found on top of a hill and what’s cool about it is this, on the far end of it, do you see those bushes? They actually completely hide the house from anyone walking on the path below, which is a commonly walked path that leads to Cranny Falls. This is another spot I’ve been hiking to because sitting in/on/next to it has proven itself to be very handy in my reading and preparation time.
The sheep up here are everywhere. Yes everwhere. You would be hard pressed to find grassland up here that has not been or is not being occupied by sheep (I love it). They get stuck in those knarled thorn bushes I showed earlier and because of this, there are chunks of wool everywhere. I’m going to collect it, bleach it, learn to knit and make a sweater by the time I leave for home 😉
I like the flowers here, deal with it. *Manly face*
Now, I’m not saying that the church building is old but this is the key. I wish I could take it home with me.
My first Ulster Fry!!! This picture is last but definitely not least. The minister treated me to breakfast and I tried a local staple 🙂