Ah yes the Kingdom of Mourne. Where the beautiful slopes sweep down to the sea and offer breath taking views over the silent valley and Lough Shannagh, where the heather turns the mountains here and there to a shimmering purple. Across Slieve Beg and Slieve Commedagh, down the Devil's Coach Road to the sleepy village of Annalong with its little harbour and friendly welcome. Or over the other side of the Mountains to the market town of Hilltown, or along to Rostrevor thats nestles by the side of one of Ireland's greatest fiords, Carlingford. And away to fiddler's green and Cloughmore where the fairy folk dance by the moon they say. Glens, aye we have glens too but they pale in comparrison.
Antrim I have one word for you Ahoghill.
My God there at it again Tit for Tat in Norn Iron;-) Den