Shrove Tuesday or Stroove Tuesday?

We picked the site because it was Tuesday, so it fitted in with Shrove (as our road map called it). However the closer to it we got the more it became known as Stroove. I know not why.

Our overnight stop was in Stroove Beach car park, funnily enough overlooking Stroove Beach, and what a lovely little crescent shaped beach it is. The views were looking out across the Foyle Estuary towards Portstewart and Portrush.

A strange thing happened in the evening. There was just us, a German van and a French van. All of a sudden a couple of official cars turned up and ever jumped out and had deep discussions. Then a bus and a minibus turned up, empty, and parked up. About an hour later the buses drove off up the hill, but returned empty. Then about 50 cars turned up en masse and squeezed into the car park, and waited and waited.

And then, all of a sudden, they disappeared without picking up anyone else, and it was just the three vans left again.

Wednesday morning we continued along the Inishowen 100, a well signposted route along narrow country roads, towards our next stop at Malin. The scenery on the way was absolutely spectacular, but unfortunately my phone camera doesn’t do it justice.

The hills were mighty, and could only be done in first gear! Here they use Fuchias as hedgerows, and it really looked pretty.