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!