Fair head

Fair head

Last Sunday evening was stunning on the north Antrim coast. The day had started cold, dull and wet but by late afternoon the temperature was rising. I drove over to Ballycastle for the evening. There was a tall sailing ship out in the bay making its way into the harbour and it was clear enough to see the coast of Scotland beyond Fairhead.

Whitepark bay – Portbradden

Whitepark bay - Portbradden

Whitepark bay is on the Atlantic coast of Co. Antrim. It’s never crowded because, although it has its on car park, there is quite a long walk across sand dunes before you reach the beach. Not for the heavily laden family who bring a car load to the beach. It is common place to find a small herd of cattle wondering close to the water’s edge and sometimes you need to watch where you place your bare feet. Facing the beach just above sea level is Portbradden – a tiny hamlet with I believe the smallest church in Ireland and a couple of newly constructed properties for sale also.

A wet Sunday

A wet Sunday

This is one of my favourite plants in the garden. We transplanted it from out previous house when it was much, much smaller. With little other opportunity today as it rained most of the time I ventured out with my camera to the back garden. Tried very hard to catch rain droplets hanging from the tips of the leaves.

Beach bluebells

Beach bluebells

I have seen a number of pictures recently of bluebells – usually in a wood. Check out KEEN_ON_GREEN on Instagram (or even cbdmayes!). This shot however was taken early yesterday morning on Ballycastle beach – wasn’t really expecting to find any. They were clustered on a bank leading up to the back gardens of some beachside properties.

The secret garden

The secret garden

As you drive along the Whitepark road east out of Bushmills (as the Giro d’Italia did) there is an estate on the right hand side called Dundarave, with a stone wall for hundreds of yards out of the village. The house is shrouded in trees but if you google it the pictures suggest it was an impressive building. The grounds and gates you can see from the road suggest a long period of fading splendour. The walled garden also had a wooden door. Now there is just a wooden frame remaining. I took this shot from the road and couldn’t resist a peak inside – overgrown but rich in bluebells.