We decided to take the Allen’s Tours excursion to Giant’s Causeway, in County Antrim. The bus driver, Ian, was a wealth of information, Irish “craic” (jokes and enjoyable conversation), and “useless bits of information.”
Our first stop along the coastal drive, was at Carrickfergus Castle (left), a 12th century Norman structure and the place that King William III of Orange (aka King Billy) first set foot on Irish soil. This was a photo shoot stop, so we did not tour the interior.
Further up the coast, we stopped at Carrick A Rede where we crossed a death-defying rope bridge 98 ft. above the ocean rocks. It was bouncy and you had to time your pace so you wouldn’t fall; I managed to do it without holding the rope rails, a personal point of pride. According to Ian, no person has fallen from the bridge, only a dog. Now the bridge has two sides and dogs are prohibited from using it.
As we drove towards Antrim, Ian told us about the “Guinness Cows” that munched on grassy hillsides. These black and white cows are Belted Galloways; someone on the bus said they looked like Oreo cookies.
We passed through the nine glens of Antrim. A glen is a valley, typically one that is long, deep, and often glacially U-shaped, often with water running through it. As we admired their rich beauties, Ian regaled us with diverse and magical stories, combining the colorful history, myth and the traditions of the communities within the glens. There were several waterfalls and even a vanishing lake. Lake Laughareema is a “chalk ‘plug hole’ bunged up with peat.” In times of heavy rain, these block up and the lake fills, only to empty again in a matter of days.
The Giant’s Causeway is known for its 40,000 polygonal and interlocking basalt columns, stone formations that resulted from volcanic eruptions 60 million years ago.
The Giant’s Causeway is steeped in myth and legend. Some say it was carved from the coast by the mighty giant, Finn McCool who left behind an ancient home full of folklore including Giant’s Boot, The Wishing Chair, The Camel, Giant’s Granny, and The Organ (below).
There are four stunning trails around the park, but since we were time-limited, we visited the odd-shaped stones, the organ, and then climbed 162 steps to the cliffs. I can see why this geological wonder appeals to so many people with its breathtaking views of jagged cliffs and bays lashed by wind and waves.
Without a watch, I was in a hurry to get back to the bus, not wanting to miss it. Dennis was lollygagging, taking pictures, and enjoying the view. I could not imagine why he was not in a hurry…it never entered my mind that we had plenty of time (15 minutes). When I got to the car park and couldn’t find the bus, I was upset and angry at Dennis for making us miss the bus. Joke on me…but bad karma for rest of day. Dennis must be a saint!
Our last stop was at the Bushmills Distillery. This was basically a photo shoot and tourist attraction, selling Bushmills whiskey and paraphernalia. Dennis and I shared a dram of 12 year old reserve. Since we don’t normally drink whiskey, we could not determine if this was better than others, but it helped improve my mood. Some people purchased a sampler (five shots of various blends). Within about 10 minutes, they consumed the drinks…I wonder if they were able to differentiate between the different liquors.
Below are additional pictures of the Giant’s Causway; it was so spectacular.
You and Dennis look happy and healthy!
Elizabeth,
Thanks, the photos were taken before I got grumpy. Glad to say I am back to my normal self today.
Looks like you had another amazing day. Some day I would love to get over to Ireland and see some of these places you and Dad are visiting.
I hope you make it to Ireland as well. You are entitled to an Irish Passport, hope you pursue getting one.
Wow, I remember the Finn McCool legends from teaching and stories of CulCulin(I know that’s spelled wrong in Irish and English). I’m trying to remember the name of the song that goes “I wish I were in Carrick-Fergus” – probably CarrickFergus. It’s sad but also beautiful, an Irish favorite of.mine.
Yes, we sella lot of Bushmills and, since I don’t drink whiskey either, couldn’t make a comparison. I do know quite a few people who would like to visit the distillery. Thanks for the gift of these beautiful photos–I even like the one of you on the bridge(despite MY fear of heights)
Ann,
I fully enjoyed the day, as you can see. Taking a tour is a way to see many interesting places in a short time, which is difficult to do when walking; tours whet the senses and leave you wanting for more.
Wow great pictures. I would have loved seeing and doing everything except that bridge. There is no way I would ever go over it and if by some small miracle someone convinced me to try, I’d probably still be clinging to it and screaming “Get me off of this thing!”
Donna Jean,
I think once you started on the bridge you would feel safe enough to walk it. It was a little bouncy, but not too scary, and I have a fear of heights. I did not look down, but to my destination, which helped.