




This was my inaugural visit to Northern Ireland, a somewhat botched attempt to see Belfast armed with two drunken friends, a bad cold and a very cheap 35mm camera. We never made it outside of the city and only managed a quick tour on a city sight-seeing bus before heading back to Yorkshire. Belfast isn't just a city - it feels like a capital with its imposing buildings, architectural grandeur and wide boulevards. Our time in the Northern Irish capital was short so we made best use of the hire car, seeking out the Belfast Peace Line in West Belfast as well as a walk down the famous Shankill Road. Murals looked down upon us from all around. Their garish colours and often artistic (but sometimes cruder) depictions of historical events blended politically-explosive language with a whole host of acronyms I didn't understand. Indeed, a tour of the murals of Ulster - wherever they may be situated - is simultaneously a journey through the seemingly irreconcilable complexities of Northern Ireland itself, offering a glimpse into the combustible fusing of religious and political forces which continue to shape the direction of the nation.

Belfast City Hall complete with Christmas decorations.

Revolutionary murals along the Shankill Road.