A brighter day, so it’s off to White Park Bay for a walk along the beach. We begin at the fantastic hamlet of Ballintoy, last visited several years ago, during the most dramatic of storms, where the waves were making pebbles of these rocks…

It’s a really special place, with eider duck and seals amongst the inhabitants, and primroses and red clover in flower upon the cliffs… this is part of the Ulster Way…well worth the boot leather!

Afterwards we call by at Dark Hedges, an avenue of beech trees planted in the eighteenth century. There is said to be a grey lady walking these parts, with companions on special nights such as Hallowe’en…

We didn’t see her, however, and I don’t suppose she was any relation to Ryan or Paige…