We felt at home in Northern Ireland with the sound of the sea, greener than green fields, and row upon row of newly planted potato fields. But, unlike PEI, it’s an ancient land – there are romantic tales and history round every curve in the narrow, winding roads.
We visited Dunluce Castle in County Antrim – The story goes that during a wedding celebration in the castle, there was a violent storm. Part of the cliff gave way and fell into the sea, taking the castle’s kitchen with it and a number of the servants who were working in it at the time. The incident, which happened in 1639, eventually led to the MacDonnell owners abandoning the Castle for safer living quarters.
The Island monastery of Nendrum was founded in the 6th century with the blessing of St Patrick. In 976AD, the Abbot was burned alive in his house during a Viking raid.
It’s surrounded by beautiful countryside and bays.
An historic round tower in a newly planted potato field.
After a long, lovely day of touring, R was thrilled to find another thing we have in common…
The caption on the sign reads “A taste so big it could only come from Canada!”