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Aug. 31st, 2006 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
owlWe have a new computer system in work: instead of desktop PCs, networked, we're having clients logging on to a Citrix network. It frustrated me greatly for the first two days, because there were of course a hundred bugs; and the IT boys hadn't been told how we actually used the old databases before the new ones went live, with the result that several important parts were left out. I poked hard at the system and learned how to use the features, so now the other members of my team (especially the middle-aged ones who don't like learning new tricks) keep asking me how to do stuff.
The Bank Holiday was as wet as is traditional. On the Saturday we climbed Slieve Croob, which I don't remember ever doing before, oddly. There is a metalled road that goes almost to the summit, to where there used to be a military installation. There's just phone and TV masts now. A muddy scramble leads to the very top, and it would have been easy to miss. But from the top, on a clear day, you can see all over County Down, the Mournes of course, Ards, the Sperrins and the Antrim hills. David climbed on the triangulation pillar and had Naomi take a photo of him standing upright on it. I was afraid that he'd fall off and hit his head on the stones—there's an ancient and sort of dismantled cain on the summit too.
On the Monday itself we did the National Trust, in the rain. It was the Argory, where I'd been before. My dad had to be over in Armagh anyway. Later in the week the others went to Fermanagh (in the rain again) and did Castel Coole and Florence Court (they saw the yew), but I was working.
The Bank Holiday was as wet as is traditional. On the Saturday we climbed Slieve Croob, which I don't remember ever doing before, oddly. There is a metalled road that goes almost to the summit, to where there used to be a military installation. There's just phone and TV masts now. A muddy scramble leads to the very top, and it would have been easy to miss. But from the top, on a clear day, you can see all over County Down, the Mournes of course, Ards, the Sperrins and the Antrim hills. David climbed on the triangulation pillar and had Naomi take a photo of him standing upright on it. I was afraid that he'd fall off and hit his head on the stones—there's an ancient and sort of dismantled cain on the summit too.
On the Monday itself we did the National Trust, in the rain. It was the Argory, where I'd been before. My dad had to be over in Armagh anyway. Later in the week the others went to Fermanagh (in the rain again) and did Castel Coole and Florence Court (they saw the yew), but I was working.
