Forestside - City Hall

Route 6

Forestside to City Hall

This is becoming a grand tour of Belfast’s graveyards.  With our pending demises in mind, Brian and I are looking for suitable resting places.  Anyway, there was still a flicker of life left in us as we slowly plodded around Newtownbreda Cemetery and then over to the old Belvoir Graveyard. 

Newtownbreda Cemetery

Belvoir Graveyard

Did you know that Belvoir Estate was the home of the Duke of Wellington’s mum?  I assume that he gave his name to Wellington Place, Wellington College and the Welly Park.  His mother Anne gave her name to Annadale Striders (a big local running club of about 30 years ago).  The Duke was born in Dublin and he famously said: “Not everybody born in a stable is a horse”.  

We pressed onwards seeking the way over the fields towards Annadale Embankment.  When I lived in Stranmillis, I used to run through this wilderness every night but the place has now got even worse. The going got a bit difficult at times, we were lucky to survive.  After this escapade, there'll be no more complaining from us about the Thomas Patton

parkrun course.

Brian and I eventually emerged and headed for Queens PE Centre for a well earned cup of tea. If you ever want to discover what it feels like to be old, mix with students. From our prospective, everybody else in the cafe looked about 12 years old.  There was snooker on TV but no sign of our hero Darren Moffet. 

I like it in here - dry, warm and plenty of headroom.

We quickly drank our tea and left to do a tour of Botanic Park and Queens University (a good place to run out of the rain) before finishing, as usual, at the City Hall.  

Brian and a banana tree.

Checking out ideas for Valentines Day 2015.

Running gets you into some odd places - this is a QUB art exhibit.

Mossley West - City Hall

Bus Route 1

The Sunday morning bus to Mossley can never have been this busy before.  Eight of us bus-runners piled on-board.  Only three paid their fare which is a good indication of how old we all were.

John Glover wisely opts out of the first photo.

After half an hour going uphill by bus, I knew that this run was going to be wee buns.   We started at Mossley West railway station.

For half an hour, we ran continuously downhill through the excellent new Newtownabbey Way.  A footpath that originally was going to be called the Millennium Way but things ran a bit behind schedule and they had to change its name.  Never mind, it was well worth the wait.

A brief stop was made when we reached Glen Park.  Here we took photos of the impressive railway  

viaduct (am I getting old or can a concrete bridge look beautiful?).

I tried to scare the others with the story of Patricia Curran’s 1952 murder in the woods here.  The book Blue Tango by Eoin McNamee is a brilliant story based upon the incident.  I challenge anybody to read it and then go for a walk up the glen on a dark winters night.

LVAC stalwart unsportingly shoulder-charges passing girl off the path.

We reached the coast at Whiteabbey and a girl sped past us on the coast path.  Was she quick or were we slow?

Brian spots a pub on Duncrue Street.

The fun continued along Duncrue St and into the city via the paths at Clarendon Dock.   

Darren, who had been lying at the back of the group for most of the way, then made an impressive dash through the field on Oxford St to be first to reach the finish at St Georges Market.  Another win for the promising young Orangegrove AC star; I bet that goes down in his running diary.

A post-run snack.

Lagmore - City Hall

Bus Route 10 
Lagmore to City Hall

We arrived a bit late – the bus driver got lost and we hadn’t a clue how to get to the proposed start.

Brian spots a pair of buzzards.

The Derriaghy and Barnfield areas both involved long climbs, along surprisingly rural roads, and it was good to reach a downhill off-road section through Colin Glen Forest. 

 

We had a coffee at the cafe in the park, where they have imitation shops named after local people.   

Then it was straight down the main road to reach Falls Park.  Brian and I have both ran this parkrun, which has its HQ in the excellent pavilion; well worth a visit.

The Poor Ground.

The next attraction was just over the wall – Belfast City Cemetery.  Not a place you might expect to find runners but the only other living person we saw there was also running!   Some of my ancestors were buried here, including my great-grandfather who is buried, along with 
80 000 others, in the poor ground.  Another possible family member is recorded as having died aged 15 minutes!

The Cemetery is a fascinating place to explore.  Some graves record people who died around the year 5500 – can you work that one out?  I’m also intrigued by the underground wall that was constructed presumably to keep the souls of our different religious groups from mixing after death.  I wonder if that idea works?

We emerged from the Cemetery (sorry about that one) and ran down to the Bog Meadows.  Few cities have a wildlife oasis like this so close to their centre and it’s easy to forget where you really are.

Today’s run ended with calls at the former Christ Church (a good bit of restoration), the Maritime Hotel site - the birthplace of Van Morrison’s brilliant band Them, and Cafe Renoir (which is so good, I forgot to take a photo).

 

Back blogging in a couple of weeks.

Stormont - City Hall

Route 4
Stormont to City Hall

We caught a bus to where I used to work at Stormont Estate today.
Brian and Darren provided the usual laughs and route advice.  Unfortunately, in this photo - no laughs and the wrong route advice.

We began with the big hill, up the side of the glen.  It's quite a climb up there and that did little to raise spirits.











Things got better when we reached Belmont park.  We asked a married couple to take our photo; the
husband's attempt didn't work and Brian joked "would your daughter like to have a go"?   Very funny but definitely not  appreciated by her husband.

Next stop was Little Lea, former home of CS Lewis.  He's the man who once wrote:

"The safest road to hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts".

If that's the case, I've been on the way to hell for most of the past year.  Nevertheless, it's all been great fun and when I do eventually get to hell, there will be lots of my running friends there.

 

 The Thomas Patton park, off the Holywood Road, is the temporary home of Victoria parkrun.  In this wilderness it's east to forget how close you are to Belfast city centre.
Parkruns are held here every Saturday morning at 9:00am.  You can run or walk - try it once and I bet you will be hooked for life.














We were getting near the city centre now and murals began to appear on walls.  This one celebrates David Healy's wonder goal against England.  It creates a good positive feeling (at least amongst non-English people) and should be repainted.

We finished today in The Streat cafe in Wellington Place.  Good view, good toast and good to be joined by the injured running star Billy Mol.  Hope to have him join in one of our runs sometime soon.

Next run - early January.

Erinvale (Upper Malone Rd) - City Hall

Bus route 8 
Erinvale

My money is on Brian.

Bus up the Malone Rd this morning with Brian. 

The route back to the City Hall was all familiar ground to us but it was good to be starting out on a new challenge.

We started by running down to the Mary Peters Track to see her new statue.

I just about remember her from my schooldays but she is even older than me.

Next we followed the Queens University parkrun course; I must give this one another try soon.  
See www.parkrun.org.uk if you have never been to a parkrun (you don’t even have to be able to run).  Great fun and eighty thousand people, every weekend, can’t be wrong.

 
Then it was along the Burma Road (built from demolished air-raid shelters) to the old lock keepers cottage at Newforge.   

Newforge lock-keepers cottage.

A tiny house which amazingly used to be home to a family of twelve.  Today there were two men, six women and a big fire inside but no food; so Brian and I didn’t stay too long.

 

Back to the towpath and up to Lagan Meadows for some hill training.  Belfast’s original water supply came from here and the pipeline to the city centre gave names to: Conduit Street, Basin Lane and Fountain Street.

We followed the Lagan to the Gasworks and the ran down Albert Street to St Malachy’s Chapel. I like the story of the priest who agreed to silence its bell to avoid disturbing the making of whiskey at nearby Dunville’s Distillery.

 
Today’s run ended at the new Robinson & Cleaver cafe.  Apparently the first floor balcony, with views over the City Hall, is a great place for a meal outside. It was my round, so we made do with a cup of tea on the ground floor.



(Next run - early December)