A Bush(mills) in the hand.....
I recently returned from a trip to Northern Ireland. Growing up, as I did, during the 70's, Northern Ireland was a mythically dangerous place. If you'd told me then that one day I'd be drinking in pubs in Derry & Belfast, I'd give you the same answer I'd give you if today you invited me to grab a pint and go for a stroll in Fallujah.
Are you out of your mind?
But today, Northern Ireland bears no resemblance to the place I remember hearing about - where bombings, the IRA and Sinn Féin were daily news items. No, this was a very different place. Derry was an interesting, if quiet, walled city, with obvious reverence for the past. Belfast could be a major city in any country - the streets filled with tourists and locals, the bars and restaurants packed, and the "troubles" seeming to be as foreign to the citizens of Belfast as the Vietnam war is to any American under the age of 40.
I enjoyed my tourist time there - visiting the Giant's Causeway, Dunluce castle and enjoying the natural beauty of the Antrim coast. But of course, the real reason I was in Northern Ireland was to visit Bushmill's Distillery.





