Tourists!

Agggghhh! Tourists!!

Since I live fairly close to the Giant's Causeway, all the tourists can be seen wandering around, commenting authoratively on things they couldn't possibly know. For instance, I was standing near a Yank one year and heard her proclaim loudly:

"There's the Isle of Man - That's were they hold them races!"

Two problems:
a) She was pointing at Rathlin Island to the North
b) The Isle of man was approximately several hundred miles south of were she was.

Another problem I have is caravans - why do people stuff themselves into a tiny, hot metal box and drive past my house several hundred times? A lot of these people are foreign, so it compounds the problems - they tend to drive like pan loaves (idiots) along the narrow country roads, with seemingly no fear of the high stone walls on either side of them.

Anyone coming the other direction on this particular stretch is snookered, because the caravan takes up more of the road than it should, resulting in some quite spectacular maneuvering from the locals!

Unfortunately, this is only the start...

David