We woke up to a wet miserable day so we decided to shoot off up the highway to Belfast. It was just under two hours away.

Once there we remembered that Anthony's brother Peter had been in Belfast last week and had recommended the Titanic museum. Well it was raining so a museum sounded like the right place to be.

It was strange travelling from Ireland to North Ireland. The only way you knew you had reached Northern Ireland was because the road signs changed from kilometres to miles. It seems weird to me that what is essentially one land is split with different measurements, currency, government etc.