One Day In July

 
In the usual course of my life, I frequently travel between Dublin and Belfast.   On one of my July trips kvetch was unable to come with me as he sometimes does.   I thought it might be fun to experiment with my mobile phonecam and take pictures of my day and send them to him via MMS.

Unfortunately as it turns out, kvetch’s phone hadn’t yet been set up to receive MMS so I was unable to send them as live up-to-the-minute SWMBO reports.   Nevertheless, I decided to take the pictures anyhow, and show them to him when I got home.

This post is my pictorial of that day in July.
 
 

Stupid O’Clock At Connolly

 
I was getting the 07:35 Enterprise from Connolly Station so I had to get up at what for me is really stupid o’clock to get myself together and out the door in good time.

So at 06:47 I was outside Connolly station, marvelling at my successful negotiation of the journey thus far, since I am  soooooo  not a morning person.   And I took my first shot to send to kvetch.
 
Dublin Connolly railway station
 
 
Whilst this one was sending, I took another one, just to prove I was really alive and together and ready to get the train in good time.
 
Dublin Connolly railway station Iarnród Éireann
 
 
Whilst queueing for the train, I received notification that neither of the messages had been successfully sent, so that was when I decided to just take the shots anyhow and show them to kvetch when I got home.

So at 07:00 I was queueing and snapped this shot of the departures board.
 
Dublin Connolly railway station departures and arrivals board
 
 
After staking a claim in my favourite seat, I snapped a shot of the train from the platform.
 
Dublin Connolly railway station platform 2 Enterprise
 
 

On The Enterprise To Belfast

 
The day before, kvetch had ever so thoughtfully tracked, hunted down, and with his trusty €20 note he slew me some takeaway sushi to enjoy on my journey.   So I enjoyed my kvetch-brung sushi breakfast on the train.
 
Yami Sushi takeaway
 
 
Before I left that morning I’d prepared myself some coffee in my high-fashion, high function drinkware which had been a gift from kvetch.   For diversion on the two hour and twenty minute journey, I had my rather aged 4th generation 60 GB iPod Photo with a nifty Speck silicone case.   I had it all loaded up with my complete collection of Just A Minute which I’m working my way through.   After having listened to every available episode since 1967, on this journey I was listening to episodes from the 1990s.
 
iPod 4G and Starbucks drinkware
 
 
Despite the stupidness of the hour, there were quite a few other passengers on the train.
 
Dublin-Belfast Enterprise passengers
 
 
This rather nice shot of my swanky drinkware before arriving at Drogheda also includes the guy across the aisle from me, who coincidentally happened to reappear in the same seat on the return journey.   I guess as much as I like my favourite seat, he must like his too.
 
Starbucks drinkware
 
 
This stunningly beautiful morning was especially clear in these shots of Drogheda Station.
 
Drogheda railway station
 
 
Drogheda Railway station platform
 
 
The historical River Boyne outside Drogheda on the way to Dundalk.
 
River Boyne
 
 
This is one of the more attractive railway bridges I’ve seen.
 
Railway Bridge
 
 
On the surface, Dundalk Station looks a lot like Drogheda station.
 
Dundalk Railway Station
 
 
Dundalk Railway Station
 
 
About halfway through the journey, I’m feeling a bit perked up by the coffee.
 
Belfast-Dublin Enterprise carriage D
 
 
One thing about coffee, it does rather inspire visits to the loo.  

So I visited the loo.   :)
 
Loo visit
 
 
There is some attractive countryside between Dundalk and Newry.
 
Irish countryside
 
 
Irish countryside
 
 

Across the border into Northern Ireland at Newry Station, there has been a hyooooge amount of building going on for the last while. You’ll see some shots of that on the return journey.

Anyhow, at the busily-being-constructed-and-remodelled Newry railway station, we passed the Enterprise coming the other way from Belfast.
 
Belfast-Dublin Enterprise trains passing each other at Newry
 
 
The countryside between Newry and Portadown is quite pretty as well.   Meanwhile as you can see from the sky, the weather is turning.
 
Northern Ireland countryside between Newry and Portadown
 
 
Northern Ireland countryside between Newry and Portadown
 
 
Northern Ireland countryside between Newry and Portadown
 
 
Portadown Station like most Northern Ireland railway stations, just isn’t as nice to look at as the ones in the Republic of Ireland.   However, the Northern stations usually have better facilities.  

The weather is really turning now.
 
Portadown Railway Station
 
 
One indicator of being across the border in Northern Ireland  –  the Union Jack is just not seen all that often in the Republic south of the border.

Not all that surprising, really, considering.
 
Northern Ireland - Union Jack
 
 
This is a funky cool tunnel shot I managed to grab.
 
Funky Tunnel Shot
 
 
I hate this moment.   This station we’re rushing through without stopping is one of the last local stations before our final stop at Belfast Central Station.   Speeding through this station never fails to annoy me because it’s my stop and I want to get off!   Because the Enterprise is an express train, I must get off at the next station and schlep myself onto a local train to get back here.   It’s a small but persistent annoyance.  

I can live with it, but I indulge myself regularly with a  grrr  about it when I feel so inclined.   :)
 
My local railway station
 
 
And here I am at approximately 09:50 arriving at Belfast Central Station.
 
Welcome to Belfast Central railway station
 
 
Conveniently, the train in this shot across the platform will take me straight back to my stop.   This was a big bonus because not only do I usually have to wait for the train, I also frequently have to navigate myself up and over to another platform.   So this morning everything was moving along just peachily.   :)
 
Belfast Central railway station
 
 
And here I am having hopped across to the local train.   The Enterprise I just disembarked from is visible through the window.
 
Belfast-Dublin Enterprise view from local train
 
 
All the stations in Northern Ireland have been undergoing facelifts.   This is one of the original station signs at my local stop.
 
My local railway station - the old sign
 
 
And this is the new sign.   Even though the new signs are millions easier to see at night  (which is a waaayy important feature of a railway station sign),  I think the new signs are far less attractive than the previous signs.   Still, I do vote for function over fashion, so in principle I approve of the new signs.  

I just wish they could have been nicer to look at.
 

My local railway station - the new-sign
 
 

Belfast Arrivingness And Errand Runnage

 
Belfast is the kind of small place where it’s really hard to be out and about and  not  to run into people you know by accident.   This is part of what makes Belfast so difficult to live in if you have a stalker.   Anyhow, I had this happy happenstance of running into a musical friend I haven’t seen or played with in ages.   So as you do, I spent an enjoyable 40 minutes or so making him late for work.   :)

As you can see, he is quite tall.
 
My tall friend
 
 
My cat and I were, as always, delighted to see each other.
 
Happy Cat
 
 
Happy Cat
 
 
As if that weren’t enough, here is a snippet of musical accompaniment to the happy catness:
 

 
 
Now out to do some errand runnage.   First stop  –  guitar strings.
 
Belfast Guitar Emporium - guitar strings
 
 
Next stop  –  the chemist.   On the street not yards from the door of the pharmacy, somebody drew this in the pavement before it set, and this was actually quite awhile before a pharmacy even opened in this location.   Anyhow, both me and the pharmacists enjoy this bit of amusement.   I pass it nearly every time I go to that chemist.
 
Drugs in the street
 
 
And these are two of my lovely drug dealers who so kindly, happily, helpfully and friendlily dispense my legally prescribed substances.
 
Friendly Pharmacists
 
 
On my way to my next thingy, I passed the Ulster Hall.
 
The Ulster Hall - Belfast
 
 
Still on my way to places, I went by Belfast City Hall with its relatively new sidekick, the Belfast Wheel.
 
Belfast City Hall and the Belfast Wheel
 
 

A Foodal Interval – Lunch!

 
I stopped off for a deliciously lard-filled lunch.
 
My lunch - cheeseburger and chips
 
 
The chips were extra fresh, I had to wait for them they were so fresh.   As a result, they were extra lovely in that lardy way I like.   Also, the cheeseburger was delightfully tasty as well.   Mmmm, nutrient-free goodness.

Yum.   :)
 
Yummy - fresh chips
 
 
Yummy cheeseburger
 
 
After lunch, I called into Marks and Spencer for some unsalted butter.   Theirs is the best I have had in Ireland, and it’s difficult to find in the Marks and Spencers in Dublin.
 
Marks & Spencers unsalted butter
 
 

Head-Related Errands – Hair And Eyes

 
I passed a haircut place which offered no-appointment dry cuts for £12.95 and I leapt at the chance to get a trim after my last hair experience.

I took these shots whilst I was waiting my turn.
 
Hair place - Supercuts
 
 
Supercuts -price sign
 
 
I’m quite happy with the result!   I’m still getting used to how short it is though.
 
Long plaited trimmed braid
 
 
I have a bit of a sit down and a slurp of my beverage before my biggest errand of the day.
 
Break at Superdrug
 
 
And now  –  Specsavers!

It’s only been a year and a half since my last sight test and my new single vision glasses prescription for distance vision.   But over the past few months I’ve been increasingly having trouble with the close up stuff.   At my last sight test, my optician had advised me that my close up vision was likely to need correction in the near future as is normal for people my age.

So I booked in for a sight test and eye exam. And this is where I spent the next hour having my eyes poked and prodded and measured and stuff.
 
Specsavers - Ann Street, Belfast
 
 
Thankfully, my eye health passed with flying colours, and I got to see cool images of the insides of my eyeballs which unfortunately were not downloadable, so I can’t share them with you, but they looked something like this.
 
Retinal Scan - Retinography
 
 
As for my sight, my distance vision had deteriorated only very slightly. but my close up vision now needed correction.   So I spent about an hour in Specsavers getting my sight test and eye exam and choosing frames for my new varifocals and varifocal sunglasses in their 2 for 1 deal.

Fortunately the frames choosage didn’t last too long because I liked my previous frames and I just got new ones with different coloured sides.

These were my old ones, as seen above.
 
Specsavers Osiris designer glasses frames - 652 - white
 
 
And these are my new ones.
 
Specsavers Osiris designer glasses frames - 652 - red

    “Specsavers”, “Specsavers Opticians”, and “Osiris”
    ® and © 2009 by Specsavers Optical Group Limited

 
 
I think these frames might be phased out soon, because even though I got them at a Specsavers UK, I couldn’t find them on the Specsavers UK website.   They were still available on the Specsavers Ireland site, which was useful for the purposes of this post, but slightly demoralising what with Ireland being always behind the times and stuff.  

Whatever.  

Since the frames are a year and a half old, and what with fashion being such an ephemeral creature, I suppose that’s only to be expected.

Still, I like them.

Anyhow, everything took  waayyyy  longer than the Specsavers people originally told me it would.   Not that I grudged them the time or anything, but when everything was all sorted out and stuff, I really needed to rush to get my train home, and I totally hate being in a rush, especially when I’m travelling.
 
 

Schlepping Myself Back To Dublin

 
I was all tired and everything from my long day, so by the time I scraped myself into my local railway station I was feeling absolutely shattered.
 
Back at my local railway station
 
 
So here I am two minutes before the 17:37 train is due to take me to Belfast Central for the 18:10 Enterprise back to Dublin Connolly.   I usually prefer to get an earlier train to Central so I can have a better chance of staking out my favourite seat, but since I was running late I did the best I could.
 
Heading back to Belfast Central station
 
 
I made it to Central where the Enterprise was waiting for me.
 
Belfast Central railway station - the Enterprise to Dublin
 
 
I was really tired.   The destination and the time on the LED display didn’t come out too well in this shot, but the time is 17:56, and I think you’re all smart enough to know that the destination is Dublin.   :)
 
Belfast Central railway station - the Enterprise to Dublin LED display
 
 
And here’s the sushi so thoughtfully slain for me by kvetch, with bits of wasabi and ginger arranged over the top so that each bite is perfectly constructed for easy inhaleage.   :p
 
Yami Sushi takeaway
 
 
Before getting the train, I had refilled my glamorous drinkware with the slurpicious Tim Hortons coffee now fabulously, conveniently, and addictively available at some SPAR shops.

If I ever needed a decent slug of coffee, then was the time.
 
Starbucks drinkware with Tim Hortons coffee
 
 
Here is a shot of this rather unattractive view of Portadown railway station with its new sign.
 
Portadown railway station - new sign and a mystery box
 
 
*ahem*   Somebody  ate all the sushi before we got to Newry.
 
Somebody ate the sushi
 
 
Here I am sucking down some more of that coffee.
 
Coffee suckage from Starbucks drinkware
 
 

Here’s some shots of the building works around Newry railway station which I mentioned earlier.   They’ve been going on for ages.
 
Building works in and around Newry railway station 1
 
 
Building works in and around Newry railway station 2
 
 
Building works in and around Newry railway station 3
 
 
Taking pictures helps me stay on the awake side of snoring.
 
Still shattered
 
 
Here’s a kind of vaguely interesting reflective self-portrait effect.   You can see that same guy from before in the reflection.
 
Reflection effect in a train window
 
 
This is some river or other with a couple of swans outside Dundalk.   And another reflection of that guy in the seat across the aisle.
 
River swans railway bridge reflection
 
 
Same river, different view.
 
Railway bridge reflection
 
 
Here I am back in Drogheda again.
 
Back at Drogheda railway station
 
 
You can see it was raining at some point earlier in the day because of how filthy the carriage windows have become all of a sudden.
 
Drogheda railway station again
 
 
Although they would have obviously been much better with my camera-which-is-a-camera, I got some lovely shots of the coast with my camera-which-is-a-phone.
 
Irish coastline
 
 
This is one of the many Martello towers along the east coast.   In the cropped close up you can see the cars on the right and the rooftop of the house on the left for scale.
 
Martello Tower - Ireland - East Coast
 
 
Martello Tower - Ireland - near Dublin
 
 
This is the marina at Malahide.
 
Malahide Marina
 
 
This is what I thought might be a kind of cool reflective effect.   I think it sort of worked.
 
Reflection effect
 
 
This is a nice view of the Irish Sea.
 
View of the Irish Sea
 
 
Remember all that coffee suckage I did?   Well, I thought I’d better visit the loo again before it got too lonely or anything.
 
Loo Visit The Second
 
 
This sky through the window across the carriage was just to gorgeous.   It reminded me of those films featuring religion.  

Anybody want to start a religion featuring railway signal pole thingys?
 
Dramatic Sky - Railway Signal Pole Religion
 
Musical accompaniment to the religion-starting image:
 

 
 
Nearly there …
 
Shattered - nearly at Connolly
 
 

Arrivalness And Sushi Epilogue

 
Pulling into Connolly station …
 
Pulling into Dublin Connolly railway station platform 2
 
 
We’ve stopped.
 
Arrival at Dublin Connolly railway station platform 2
 
 
I texted kvetch telling him to meet me on the platform with a luggage trolley because I had some heavy stuff.  

And ooooooh, lookie what else he brung!

Yum.   :)
 
Serfy bringage - Yamamori goodness
 
 
All day the capture button on the phonecam kept getting pressed accidentally.   On this occasion I thought the resulting shot of the roof of Connolly station was rather fortunate.
 
Dublin Connolly railway station roof
 
 
Once kvetch drug me back home, I put my mobile phonecam away and went back to using my camera-which-is-a-camera.   It really does take far superiour pictures than the phonecam, although it is much more intrusive when using it in public.

Kvetch set me up all nice with my sushi treat.   I did take a few moments to grab a few shots of my dinner.
 
Yamamori Sushi - Jo Moriwase - Part The First - Crab and avocado norimaki and assorted sushi nigiri.
 
 
Yamamori Sushi - Jo Moriwase - Part The Second - Assorted sashimi, avocado and prawn temaki cone, sunomono with a daikon garnish, and the usual gari and wasabi condimentfest.
 
 
I did only spare those few moments, because kvetch was waiting for me to start enjoying my sushi orgasms.   It would have been so unfair to disappoint him, so I started inhaling everything pretty soon after that.

This was nothing to do with my lust for sushi or anything  –  I was just being considerate.   I’m sure you understand.   :p
 

    Just a bit of an afterthought  –  No wonder I don’t do more blog posts with images in them, cos doing all the extra bits like the upload title and descriptions and tags and stuff is a big ole pain in the butt!

    Seriously.

 
 
Anyhow, that was my day.   I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.   :)
 
 
Me and kvetch - Dublin Connolly railway station
 

About Lady Lubyanka

I am a 45 year old musician, and also a multisexual, polyamourous, Jewish, socially dominant woman within my romantic BDSM relationships.
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2 Responses to One Day In July

  1. Tom Allen says:

    20 minutes to read this, and not one picture of either your butt or your cleavage?

    Sheesh.

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