DAY 56-59 - Kelso to Belfast

From Kelso we did go, on a bumpy bus to Glasgow.
We passed though Edinburgh one last time, our memories of it were very fine.

Poor Abby she still dislikes the bus, her ankles make the biggest fuss.
Swelling is the thing they do, so the bus she does rue.

Glasgow was a bit of a flop so we decided that it was going to be a short stop.
The hostel lifts were very lame, so Abby had time to work her game.
We didn't sleep very well at night as the trains close by were noisy and bright.

While walking, a toy shop caught our eyes, so it was not a surprise,
We took some time to have a look and pried Whitey away from her freaking book.
Much fun was had by all, and we all left with at least something small.

We took a Scotish train to Ayr, the smell of rain was in the air.
We waited so long to get the coach, maybe walking to SAC (Scottish Agricultural College) would have been a better appoach.

The heavens opened and the rain fell down, like a bucket all over town.
A quick purchase of an umbrella, from the 2nd hand clothes seller.

We left Ayr bright and early, the prompt taxi driver meant we were not surley.
The train took us to the ferry, we left Scotland a wee bit teary.

Two bought sandwiches for lunch, and talked so lot about their munch,
they were told off for being callous as the other two were getting very jealous.

Although the crossing wasn't rough, not being on land was a little tough.
Then onto Ireland we did alight, seeing Belfast was a great sight.

With the last few days being quite boring, our expectations of Ireland were truely soaring.
The accent, the city, the rolling green hills, we were all prepared for Irish thrills.

...This whole rhyming thing is is hurting my head, so that is all that needs to be said!