The Day of Rope Bridges, Giants, Old Friends and Farewelling Northern Island
The wind of yesterday had thankfully died down this morning, so as we packed we tried to calculate how many layers of clothing we needed to wear. The answer was, not as many as we thought. We were out the door before the appointed time of 8:15 and on the road to Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge, just down the road from Portballintrae. On arrival, the visitors centre was not yet open, so we drove down the road a short way to a good viewing point where we could clearly see the mainland, the Carrickarede island, and the 100ft crevasse between the two, spanned by a mere rope bridge. When we arrived back, we had a ten minute chat from one of the National Trust guides who filled us in on the history of the rope bridge and the salmon fishers, as well as the other landmarks, some of which were visible and others that were vague shapes in the morning sea mist. Then we walked the kilometre out to the bridge, took some deep breaths and one by one, crossed over, trying not t...