The idea? quite simple: find photos that you have taken that “capture” the following colours: yellow, red, blue, green, and white.
“Wait, hold on. You’re telling me that its the year 2013, and as we stand here under typical Irish weather, drenched from head to toe just trying to stay warm, that I am staring at a 25 foot peace wall that still, to this day, separates protestants and catholics here in Belfast?”
The Dark Hedges in Northern Ireland. Planted by the Stuart family in the 18th century, intended to be a jaw-dropping feature to impress guests.
I’d like to strongly think that that title right there can be closely compared with the idea of planes, trains and automobiles, seeing as how just like them, distilleries, breweries and pubs seem to get the majority of people where they need to go. So to speak.
Giant’s have been the forefront of many mythological stories dating back, well, as far as you want to go, really.
Giant’s. Just think about one for a second. However your brain depicts your own image of what you think a giant would look like. Got an idea? Good. Great. Grand.
Now picture him building that causeway. Crazy right?
The Giant’s Causeway lies at the base of basalt cliffs along the coast in Northern Ireland. There are roughly 40,000 massive, black basalt columns, which were formed 50-60 million years ago over a number of different volcanic activities. The majority of the columns are hexagonal, however there are many that range from three to eight sides, ranging from a few feet tall to 40 feet. Just a giant (no pun intended) geometric puzzle.
So, you say 50-60 million years ago? Volcanic eruptions essentially formed this ’causeway’. Ya right. Snooze.
Legend has it that the columns are the remains of a causeway built by a giant. The story goes that the Irish giant Fionn Mac Cumhaill (Finn MacCool) was challenged to a fight by the Scottish giant Benandonner. Fionn accepted the challenge and built the causeway across the North Channel so that the two giants could meet. Fionn hides from Benandonner when he realizes that his foe is much larger than him. Fionns wife, Una, disguises Fionn as a baby. When Benandonner sees the size of the ‘baby’, he reckons that the babys father must be a giant among giants. He flees back to Scotland in fright, destroying the causeway behind him so that Fionn could not follow.
Across the sea, there are identical basalt columns which were formed as part of the same lava flow, on the Scottish isle of Staffa.
Now, there are a few different versions of how the story ended, but Ill leave that up to your own imagination.
Its tough to put my finger on the right word to describe this day.
There was a lot more going on that I expected when we arrived. The day we went just happened to be the day that the National Trust was celebrating something, so there were people everywhere. The Bonus? It was free. The not-so-bonus? Busloads of tourists. I mean, lets be realistic here. Im sorry you 6 or 7 Asian tourists, but can you really not comprehend that sitting down directly on top of one of the most photographed areas in all of the United Kingdom to have a picnic just isn’t smart? Get the
fuck heck out of the way.
Some peoples kids, eh?
I would have loved to go during the evening, where no tourists are in the way. That would have been ideal.
All in all this place was phenomenal. I could have stood there all day (one reason being waiting for that perfect photo. As soon as every tourist finally gets out of the photo, another walks in. Almost impossible to get a photo with no one in it) and just stared down at the columns. It still doesnt make sense to me that they are the way that they are.
Im pretty positive that the Causeway finalized seeing all three UNESCO World Heritage Sites in Ireland. Bam, chalk another up. The third was Newgrange. Thats next.
So, you’re touring Ireland, and hear about a rope bridge that suspends from the cliffs on the coastline out to an island with views that you may only think could be found on the internet or in magazines. What do you do? You go and do it.
The Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge in Northern Ireland. It is a 70 foot long bridge, 100 feet above the water. It took about 10 minutes to walk from the parking lot to the bridge, however the entire walk there is along the coast line. There is definitely no shortage whatsoever of breathtaking views.
Over the last 350 years the bridge was used by salmon fishermen, taking various shapes and designs over the years, with it now no longer being in use for any reason other than a tourist attraction. When it was in the peak of operation they were catching upwards of 300 salmon a day. Teach a man to fish, right?
This is one of the most photographed natural phenomena in all of Northern Ireland. It’s essentially an avenue in the middle of nowhere. The trees were planted by the Stuart family in the 18th century, meant as a beautiful landscape feature to impress guests. Two centuries later, they’ve grown into what a lot of people refer to as The Dark Hedges.
And I’ll be damned, two centuries later they still impress, that’s for sure. We visited at around 5 o’clock, about 10 minutes prior to a bus load of tourists. Perfect timing. One thing I have found is that it is very, very rattling to try and take that perfect photo with tourists everywhere.
You definitely get the feeling that come dusk or later into the evening, the stretch of hedges can become quite, well, eery. I read a few things online about ghosts.