morsla | International Old Ben Day XVIII

Once more around the sun, and all that...

Today's been exactly the right sort of quiet, so far. Since leaving the hostel, I've walked a few miles up the road to the Giant's Causeway, where I intend to spend most of the day. What better kind of birthday is there for a geology nerd?

If the weather holds, I'll try to push on towards Dunluce Castle in the west - if I walk all the way around the coast and back inland to Bushmills, it should be about 14km. There's a slate-grey sky to the northwest, but sunlight is starting to force its way through the clouds.

Right at the moment, I'm typing on possibly the only computer in this part of northern Ireland. I found it in a cafe near the Causeway, after giving up any hope of finding one before I return to Dublin. I think this is the furthest north I've ever been, and it's quite satisfying to know that I've come here on foot.

Anyway, enough typing - daylight's a precious thing out here, as I don't want to risk walking on the narrow roads after dusk. If you're a drinking sort (and most of us are, as dehydration's a terrible way to go) raise a glass, if you will - that way I won't feel quite so solitary having a wee dram on my own tonight. There's a ten year old single malt waiting for me when I get back to Bushmills, but today is all about wandering around on the clifftops.

Cheers!