Ballycastle

Our next port of call was Ballycastle.

We’d had quite a smooth journey, and as I’d taken some sea sickness pills I wasn’t as sick as a dog as I’d been the previous day. Here is the Mighty Mariner, with George the stern auto-pilot.
At the beginning of the approach is this amazing headland, which I think looks a bit like Staffa.
Pepsand herself – she is a 28ft Colvic Countess.
Ballycastle has a very interesting history, having once been an industrial hot bed, with a coal mine, nowadays it’s principally a seaside resort.
On a wander round town, we noticed that it must be hurling season.
The town’s industrial development was spearheaded by Colonel Hugh Boyd, in the middle of the 18th century.
The town centre was clearly built in one phase, and is laid out on a grid pattern.
As an ex (reformed, exorcised?) techie like me, I had to put up a a picture of the spot where the first Marconi radio test took place. From the spire of the local church…
…to the east lighthouse on Rathlin Island.
Bye, bye Ballycastle!

The guillemots of Glenarm

From Bangor, we sailed north to Glenarm, one of the famous Glens of Antrim.

At the lovely little marina, we moored next to this handsome boat.
Glenarm has claims to be the oldest town in Ulster, with a 12th century charter, and a castle. More recently, its major source of employment was a lime and sandstone quarry.
Big chunks of rock decorated the harbour edge…
…and could be glimpsed under the seaweed in the clear water.
Glenarm was clearly very prosperous at one time.
However, like a lot of the places Dad visited in Ireland, it’s clearly in decline. Sadly, the PO had just closed.
The marina opened in 2002, but as there’s no where to eat in the village, I’m not sure how much money the yachties bring into the local economy.
As in Bangor, nesting holes had been left for the local black guillemots.
Dad and I thought that these chaps had only recently fledged, as they made quite a meal out of flying.
Sadly we didn’t have the chance to visit the walled gardens at Glenarm Castle…
…so we contented ourselves with a walk round the old harbour.
Bye,bye Glenarm.