Posted by After a cab ride to the ominously named Dead Man’s Inn, we started our road trip north. Michael joined us and Sarah spotted Monasterboice along the way—ancient Celtic crosses rising from tangled greenery like silent sentinels.
Next, we hit The Dark Hedges. A dream 15 years in the making for me. Even stripped of their leaves and half-damaged, those trees still felt magical. It’s hard to explain, but you stand there and feel things.
We stopped at Dunseverick Castle, or rather, admired it from a sheep-filled distance—mud will do that. And then finally… The Giant’s Causeway. Yes, the basalt columns. Yes, the legend of Finn McCool. But also: the childlike joy of climbing natural sculpture and finding faces and giants and waves in stone.
Over dinner, I gave Sarah a watercolour of Siopa – got a bit emotional. Michael joked it looked like a proposal. Maybe it was – just not in that way.
Crossed Grattan Bridge on foot, admired its seahorse lamps, and laughed about kelpies and maritime myths. Ended the night at The Palace Bar, where Michael gave me a second Monkey 47 ring, to match the one Sarah gave me years ago. Old friendships have layers.
