It's been years since I've been to Cushendun so off we headed with limited supplies onboard not realising just how difficult it would be to get a chip in this neck of the woods. Halfway up the mountain my son woke up and when he posed the inevitable "where are we?", our daughter quickly retorted "looking for a bloomin chip shop!". It didn't all end in tears as the local mace came to the rescue but we managed to get a few nice pictures before the typical inclement weather decided to spoil the party.
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