My hostel was relatively easy to spot…

I headed for that church, on the road to the harbour, which seduced me on the TitanCon 2011 trip.

To my right, the coastline precipice, and beyond it, Rathlin Island were I ferry to soon.

This is the way that I have come. I took it upside down.

I stopped at The Red Door Cafe. The man I spoke with persuaded me to take a left at the church and walk along the coast-line to Carrick-a-rede rather than go to the harbour (which is nice but a gruelling walk back up)

Good idea that.

I eventually came to the spot were the tourist buses come in for the rope bridge, but there was a whole other world below that, and I wanted to get closer to it.

I lay right on the edge of the cliff to get these.

I can see that rock out the window now as I’m typing.

I walked around for a bit and shot some video which I might put up on Flickr.com/photos/andyluke

Then, I followed a trail as it wound off to the left, and sat down for ten minutes to clear some redundant images from the camera.

It was a skippy path right.

And the wall looked like it had a big nose.

Oh, this place that I have found! The tide was coming in. In a cove, it’s creatures might spring.

I shot some move pretty video of the water, and you can hear me say “I think I heard some thunder or rocks or something from behind.”

The battery died and I looked up to two lads, Shit! Near give you a heart attack? one of them asked. They pulled out some seaweed and began waving it about, then wandered into the giant limestone nostrils.

I decided to return. Up, up and through the village. More green, then…

The hillsides rolled down like a mist. The photo below is not badly taken, it is how it looks – a spectral pretty.

Nearby, a masonic lodge. Stonemasons surely.

And the return.