Monday morning driving north in the rain. Jon is using his new satnav device and has set it to ‘most direct’ route, so we find ourselves on minor roads crossing the Sperrins – an area of outstanding natural beauty. Bleak heath and high moor complete with ancient burial sites, all on pre-Cambrian rock. This place is worthy of a trip all by itself – but we motor on to Port Stewart and the Anchor Hotel.
Port Stewart is a bit like Hornsea – a small holiday resort almost dying on its feet. The coast is grand, and faces west, which offers great sunsets
and big waves rolling in.
We eat reasonably well in our hotel, and finish the evening sipping the miniatures of Bushmills we were given on our tour of the Bushmills Distillery during the afternoon. Next day is the Giant’s Causeway – another brand new mainly underground visitors’ centre with a curious steel exterior wall that we finally decide is supposed to look a bit like columnar basalt.
The most surprising thing is how small the causeway is.
Even including the Giant’s pipe-organ and Giant’s chimney its not an extensive area – but it is fascinating
Landslips seem common, there were two almost blocking paths on the cliffs, but no sign that routes are seriously closed as a result.
After a shopping opportunity in the Visitor Centre and something to eat from the Visitor Cafe we drove on to the rope bridge at Carrick-a-Rede. The day was getting on so we did a brisk three-quarter mile walk to the bridge, queued to cross it, took a few pics,
queued to get back and walked swiftly back to the car park and cafe.
Soon driving back to the hotel, but stop to gaze at two castles. The smaller Dunseverick Castle.
And the rather grander Dunluce Castle
I feel I should leave you with something more up to date, so perhaps I can say Jon and Denise, and Jackie and I (that is me and Ms Jones) had a fine dinner at the boutique hotel and restaurant called Me and Mrs Jones, just opposite our hotel. And the gents loo was curiously lit.