Giant’s Causeway
A full Ulster fry this morning – black and white puddings – to get the day off to a powerful start, well done Ramada.
We are heading up the northern coast this morning to visit the Giant’s Causeway – allegedly a path for the giants between Ireland and Scotland. On arrival we are advised we cannot have the full experience today and I had the thought it was closed – but no – the guide was simply saying that the weather – just about dry but heavily overcast – was a far from typical day as we should normally enjoy rain and winds for the full experience.
The visitor centre is on the top of the hill along way up from the shore but we are blessed with two battery powered buses running up and down the main route between the two points. As we are National Trust members there is no fare – non-members are charged a pound each way. The walk down is probably about 20 minutes and somewhat more coming up.
Although it might not be raining the stones are obviously uneven and can be slippery so care needs to be taken. I decide that I can manage it – and manage to get onto them – but then suddenly find I am falling and hit my back heavily on a stone. More winded than anything so stay still when a kind gentleman offers assistance and I can remove camera and backpack and slowly right myself. And my back is painful! Probably have a nice bruise.
Giant’s Causeway
Once upright I rove around the drier stones taking numerous photographs and hopefully one or two of them will be worthwhile – including the sea breaking on the further stones.
Our journey today is disrupted as two of the party are nearly 30 minutes late to rejoin the coach for the return journey – which cuts the time available and is completely disrespectful of the tour team and the other passengers. We had returned to the top and consumed a tasty sausage roll and still made the coach before the appointed time – so you can only wonder what they were doing.
However it did provide time to inspect this rather fine example of a Victorian post box.
Victoria Post Box
Our return journey is via the coast road and we have the opportunity of seeing a number of small villages and some minor remnants of some industrial railway lines used for transporting limestone from various quarries to waiting ships – another industry which has vanished.
Four Swans Ballycastle
I must admit that the countryside is devoid of much evidence of disruption and looks like it is dedicated to high quality dairy farming with cows and sheep everywhere. It is attractive rolling countryside and the little towns around the various bays each seem to have a sandy beach and attractive outlook. We are unable to visit the rope bridge (it was never on the published list – but might have been possible with a little more time). There is time for some refreshment in Ballycastle where I manage to consume some Guinness and admire the Four Swans.
When we reach Larne which is now the ferry port and I can see a lighthouse in the sea – but it is too close to be on the Scottish coast which we have seen in the very far murky distance earlier – possibly it is the East Maidens lighthouse. We head back past Carrickfergus into Belfast more or less on time, despite the earlier delay.
Dinner this evening is in the Great Room which is within the Merchant Hotel, allegedly the most expensive hotel in town. This was originally the banking hall for the Ulster Bank and the room has been beautifully restored a few years ago. The quality of the food matches those of the surroundings and we enjoy an excellent meal. I am particularly taken by the desert combining cherry and goat’s cheese – the latter cutting through the sweetness of the former, plus too much chocolate.
An inspection in the mirror shows no bruise on my back – just a continuing pain. I shall hope it recovers soon.