I think we saw the Giants Causeway

Mel continued to give us her all on day 3 in Northern Ireland and guided us up the beautiful Antrim Coast, destination Giants Causeway. The Antrim coast is tantalisingly like the north west coast of Scotland at some points, very beautiful. After a wasp infected picnic - the wasps in Northern Ireland are nosy and determined and followed us everywhere but despite almost wearing them as accessories such was their desire to swarm about us, none of us got stung - at Cushendall, it was up the hair raising inclines and round the blind corners of the Torr head road, where one woman had come a cropper on the road and was sitting petrified on an incline with her foot on the accelerator and handbrake on as her car kept rolling back. Luckily Mel spotted she was in trouble as had others and dave and some folk helped drive her out.

Excitement and dramatic rescues over, a wee visit to the lovely Ballycastle in blazing sunshine was in the cards for ice cream, again fighting off the wasps, and it was then off, very late in the day, to the Giants Causeway.

The heavens opened, the winds raged, it was a bit wild. We saw the causeway, through the driving rain, for about 30 seconds before we fell about laughing because of the crazy weather and turned back up to the visitor centre to meet Mel and Grace. Back home to Cullybacky and I took the kids to the swimming pool for a late night swim at Ballymena in a very cool swimming pool that I wish Aberdeen had.