Surfing the Sound waves

Surf club is the best club in Queens. No wait. THE WORLD! Anyone who has me as a friend on facebook would observe that more than 85% of my status' evolve around this God send of a society. It is a non-discriminatory group. We let in gingers, smurfs, giants, the English, the French (granted this was before the Henry incident) and the turkish. Spooning is compulsory ;). Most trips involve surfing or some form of extreme water activity i.e. wakeboarding, along with the ability to socialise, normally a few beverages are included (in crazy horses case Pochin was necessary).

Downings was our latest expedition. The last occasion was simply a celebration of what a brilliant year we have had. Well that year was knocked out with a bang! The excitement began with Crilly and myself actually making it from Belfast to Letterkenny, Letterkenny to Downings by bus and from Downings to the Harbour Bar.The main part of the weekend was spent chilling on the beach, frisbeeing, eating, swimming, pier jumping and by night having a civilised few drinks in the house whilst either playing cards, Bop it or watching Dvds. It must be noted that this is definately uncharacteristic for the surf club and thus was later to be resolved.

On the added on last night we felt that The Harbour bar aka Martin's was needed. We aimed to have a civilised night as the rest of the holiday had been. Well. I will leave it up to the rest of you to decide how civilised it actually was. We sat over a drink and discussed things such as the Golf, the scenary and the lovely people withing this small town. Civilised...yeh? Then the guitar entered. This group of musical social drinkers sat down beside us. And well we had are singing voices on us and the whole of Downings heard us. Breakfast at tiffany's, The Eagles, Van Morrison, Inrique Eglasias, Oasis, Paolo Nutini, Jack Johnson. These Downings folk are literally the most talented people I have ever met. They literally play any song and make it their own as well as playing any instrument possible

....even a barrel.

The singing eventually got too much for the golfers inside and thus we got kicked out of Martin's. Not to worry though we continued the party outside. Literally outside the front door. The party spirit of everyone who was kicked out led to the party moving from their to the caravan site at which point mandalins arrived, along with harmonicas and...Spoons. The sing song continued along with the magical arrival of MORE alcohol. It was hard to believe that everyone made it until 7am the next morning but that is how it went down.





If you want a good time do you know where you have to go Downings and just make sure the surf club are there as well for that added experience.
xox