Giants Causeway – Northern Ireland

I spent a week on a road trip around the island of Ireland, heading to Northern Ireland after landing in Dublin, then circling the entire island counter-clockwise back to Dublin. A friend of mine had been living there for about a year already so I was lucky enough to have a local guide with whom to enjoy this island. Another big bonus to her wonderful company was her skill in driving a manual transmission vehicle that is entirely backwards to my Canadian experiences. Staying true to my commitment of publishing more, even if things aren’t perfect (see previous post for the context of this comment), I’m going to post about my trip around Ireland out of order. Given the iconic scenery of Giants Causeway, I’m sure you’ll understand why I was excited to start here.

We visited Giants Causeway in Northern Ireland on Day 2 of our week long road trip. I enjoy the folklore of giants causeway, especially because a womans quick thinking saves the day in many of the varying versions.

The story goes that a gentle giant named Finn McCool lived in County Antrim. Across the Sea of Moyle, on Scottlands Island of Staffa, there was a much bigger giant named Benandonner.
Benandonner would yell insults across the Sea at Finn but he could not swim. Finn decided to build the Causeway so Benandonner could come across and they could fight.
However, after all the hard labour of building the causeway, Finn fell into a deep sleep. A short while into his sleep, Finns wife, Oonagh, heard the deafening footsteps of Benandonner coming across the Causeway.
Finn was apparently a small giant at only fifty two feet six inches tall (according to one source), so was no match for Benandoner.
Oonagh quickly threw a blanket over sleeping Finn and convinced their extra large giant guest that sleeping Finn was their baby and her husband was out. Seeing the size of the “baby”, Benandonner decided to high tail it back to Scotland and destroy the Casueway behind him.

Good story hey? Of course guys have plenty of great ideas too, but I have a love for stories where a lady saves the day.

 

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