Rowallane Garden near Downpatrick, County Down

The kitchen garden area of Rowallane Walled Garden.

The delicacy of a peony in a shower of rain.

The rain may have bowed this Nepalese Poppy but it could not spoil its beauty.

In the damp parklands at Rowallane there were plenty of fungi.

This little robin was totally unafraid of us – a special treat.

Mount Stewart Gardens – lake and park area with family mausoleum on hill side.

Swans and cygnets by the lake at Mount Stewart.

Abstract of raindrops on water and green algae at lakes edge.

A lovely iris by the water’s edge.

Even in a park of large trees, the delicate hand of nature can still be found.

Formal gardens at Mount Stewart House.

There are many small boat harbours – this one at Carnlough

Views across green farms on our narrow country road explorations.

Hedges of fuchsias line many small country roads.

Coastal views of farm country from the very narrow, twisting, winding, steep hilly road to Torr Head. It was an experience!

Views from B&Bs like this one by the sea at Glenariff.

Bumblebees in geraniums – they were everywhere – a delight.

Wildflowers on cliff paths by the ocean.

Looking down on rocky cliffs along the north coast.

Old ruins of castles like Deluce Castle.

Small sailing craft lay at anchor in quiet bays – this one called Isobel.

Families enjoyed the quiet places along the coast despite the weather – here at Portballintrae.

Beautiful hedge roses grow alongside many small country roads.

Tiny villages are tucked into safe bays along the north coast.

Very occasionally, a sandy beach is protected by a rocky outcrop – this one at Ballintoy.

A tiny pied wagtail chases insects at Ballintoy beach.

Small cottage cafes abound like The Red Door on a farm at Ballintoy.W

White Park Bay

All rugged up against wind, rain and cold (in summer) at Giant’s Causeway.

We watched from a safe vantage point as others cross the infamous rope bridge.

Small fishing boats seem far too fragile to take on the seas out from these northern bays.

Interesting skies always hailed the end of each day.