Sunday wandering in Carlingford

Dorril fried up her dainty version of a Full Irish breakfast, after which, we set off on the short walk into Carlingford. We stopped at a couple of the castles or fortified houses in the town, and took a look in the harbour.
All was very quiet and not much was happening.
We found the tourist information office and purchased some post cards. The cards were written whilst sitting on one of the pavement tables of a high street cafe. We took a look in a musty antique shop were they had silly prides for junk we would have thrown out years ago.
We tried following one of the more undefined paths on the map we had obtained from the Tourist Office, only to turn back when the footpath turned into a bog.
Roast Sunday lunch with vegetables and washed down with a Guinness in one of the many bars, cafe, bistros and restaurants.
The afternoon was spent dozing & boat watching in the marina.