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A peek from the roadside

My three days in Ballintoy sped by, leaving no time to explore the beaches further along the coast. Just a sneak peek from the roadside…

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My last morning in Ballintoy

Last for now, that is.

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Evening #2 at Giant’s Causeway

a few hours later…

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Evening #1 at Giant’s Causeway

You can’t come here without wondering about Fionn mac Cumhaill at some point. For some he’s just a legend. For others he is legend, and is still around here somewhere, sleeping, waiting.

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A waterfall somewhere in Northern Ireland

It was a short walk from the road, and not a long drive from Dunluce Castle, but the name of the place escapes me. The rocks were slippery and I was hobbling around in pain with a recent injury so didn’t venture further downstream where the more exciting views were to be had.

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Old Man of Dunluce

There was an Old Man of Dunluce,
Who went out to sea on a goose:
When he’d gone out a mile,
He observ’d with a smile,
“It is time to return to Dunluce.”

Edward Lear, More Nonsense, Pictures, Rhymes, Botany, Etc. (1872), limerick 12

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Falling trees

If I’d got to the Dark Hedges pre-dawn as intended, they might have appeared as dark as their name suggests. But the light-coloured beech trunks and even just a hint of morning sunshine made this tunnel of trees a fairly light and airy one, not spooky at all.

Spookier is the fact that the number of trees has practically halved since they were first planted in the late 18th century, some through storm damage, but also as the flux of visitors has intensified. 

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