After crossing into the UK, an overnight in Derry set me up to visit the Giants Causeway in the morning.
Another example of heightened expectation, but I’ll get back to that.
Arrival sees you at a decent sized carpark, cross into the main entry building with a large display layout and café. From here you can join a tour, get earphoned up, and make your way downhill to the causeway.
The guide explains you can catch the shuttle bus for a small fee to save the walk either down, or back up; before launching into a well rehearsed story of the Finn McCool, the “Giant” of the Causeway. With little research or expectation on this part, it seemed a fun story at first, and as you continued to walk, the guide would highlight rock formations that represented a missing giants shoe, a petrified mother-in-law, and aspects that lead to the “legend” building of the Causeway land bridge to Scotland.
It’s not for me to give away any more, other than the story and guide were entertaining; finally arriving at the famous hexagonal rock formations. Unique, absolutely, but a little underwhelming in size, as you get the impression the Causeway was giant, and only realise after the guide, the Giant was the legendary Finn McCool.
Worth the visit, be ready to walk a bit if needed, and if you want to walk more, you can continue a path to a further headland, which can return you a different way over the cliff faces.
