Belfast and the bell of it all

Got to Dublin on Wednesday afternoon and took a bus from the airport up to Belfast, as usual it was one of my no idea what I am doing adventures but like past jaunts I end up in the right place. There is a fantastic story about the two days that lead up to getting here but I am going to save that one to tell you over tea, coffee or a cold beer (your choice). Yesterday I took a ride out towards the country and went to a folk museum and learned about life in the early 2oth century in Ireland. Set on 173 acres of beautiful rolling hills the museum consisted of about 50 buildings that they had either moved there or reconstructed to original specs. There was a small town center and then on roads out there were farms and country houses. Points of great interest to me were in particular the print shop that a printer was operating for the day we had a very long discussion about the freedom of the press. He showed me the meanings of the symbols worked into the metal of the press that the inventor specifically insisted be part of every press bearing his name. Each press is adorned with a bald eagle, the medical staff, cornucopia, wisdom and knowledge (represented as dragons?). The explanation was that without freedom (the eagle) there would be no medicine, abundance or the distribution of knowledge which aides in wisdom very profound given the state of affairs in the world and how media seems to withhold more than give out. We then moved on to a lighter topic of how the legendary printer Hatch in The States came about having the style of print that he did and how it was influenced greatly by the N. Irish printer of the early 2oth century. (again I will save this for over drinks)
All for now; tonight is Irish drinking night!