T O T H E S H O R E S O F T H E E M E R A L D I S L E .
On Sunday morning, we woke feeling a little foggy-headed after more than 12 straight hours of wedding celebrations the day before. Jason and I flown to Donegal to see our friends tying the knit on Friday morning, and it turns out that everything you’ve ever heard about Irish weddings being the best kind of party is true!
We danced until the early hours of the morning on the Saturday, with the music becoming steadily more ‘folky’ and Irish as the night went on.
Guinness flowed non-stop throughout the day and into the evening, and stilettos and high heels were cast aside as the dancing grew more serious.
With our time in Ireland brief, Jason and I decided to force ourselves out of bed early on the Sunday morning, and head via the Giant’s Causeway on our journey back to Belfast airport.
We’d heard that it get be pretty busy, but hoped that seeing as we were so far our of season, we might be lucky and avoid the crowds.
That turned out to be exactly the case, and we found the causeway pretty quiet on the whole. We made our way through the visitors’ centre and out onto the hillside, and began meandering our way down towards those famous stones.
The gusts of winds the hit us as we walked were like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and the spray coming off the sea left my hair a giant bird’s nest by the end of our trip.
The scenery was completely stunning, and the little audio guide that Jason listened to whilst I snapped photos to my heart’s content wove the legends and myths of the causeway in with its history so beautifully.
I’m so glad we made the trip, not least because the drive back from the causeway was pretty picturesque in its own right.
A few photos from our time exploring the causeway below, if you’d like to see…
