If Lyn appears a little (ahem) bulky here, it is not because she has indulged in too many Irish breakfasts; she has shown remarkable restraint. However, she is wearing seven layers of clothing. The temperature was affected by a 25 mph wind from somewhere arctic.
We explored the Giants Causeway which, like everything owned by the National Trust, was brilliantly presented, clearly explained and expensive. Despite this we still invested in a our first fridge magnet of this trip.
Inevitably there is a legend to go with all this scenery. Apparently I am standing (below) next to the foot of a Scottish giant.
This is my photo beneath either a petrified musical instrument or 40 metres of weathered basalt.
Further along the coast we came to the Carrick -O-Rede rope bridge which is accessed by a beautiful one kilometre coastal walk. At the bridge Lyn crossed twice! (She didn't have a helicopter so the return journey was necessary.) I recorded this event for posterity because I know our children will be sceptical.
https://youtu.be/ieVxwL1JM0k
That darker blue smear on the horizon is the Isle of Islay (yep Scotland).
After this we visited the avenue of beech trees known as "the Dark Hedges". I lost my photo of this with a red tractor so I've borrowed this one from the www.
Colin Park [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)]
There was time for one more adventure so we caught the tour of Bushmills Irish whiskey distillery. Tragically Lyn was unwilling to drink her complimentary dram so I had to drink two.
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