The rain and the mist had cleared, and we had a perfect view of the tiny volcanic island. The only thing that stood between us and Carrick-a-Rede was the rope bridge. A wobby construction of planks and wires, 60 foot across, and 100 foot above the sea below.
In fact, it was much less fearful than it looked. The bridge is closed when the wind is too fierce, and only a few people are allowed to cross at a time. We took our place cautiously on the first plank and walked across slowly, clutching the ropes on either side as the bridge wobbled from side to side.
It was not always like this. There has been a bridge here for centuries, built by fishermen so that they could get to the island to check their salmon nets. In those days there was only one handrope, and the fishermen clambered across regardless of rain or wind.
Flora and Fauna of Carrick-a-Rede
It had been so misty that I had not realised that you could see Scotland from the northern coast of Ireland. From Carrick-a-Rede we had a remarkably good view of the Mull of Kintyre and Arran, and of a lighthouse winking on the headland.