Dromara to Dromore

A wet day, spent jogging along minor roads.... at our age, we need to keep well away from traffic. Here we are passing through the fearsome Black Bog.

A rare sight in N Ireland .... an open assembly.

Brian leads the way on a tricky crossing of the river.

We reach the outskirts of Dromore, just in time for a heavy shower.  The Lagan is now beginning to look like a proper river.

A man on a motte.

The Riverside Tearoom in Dromore; a well-named, top-notch place to finish today's leg.