This was another place I wanted to get to on my last visit to Ireland with Michele in 2004 and didn’t because of howling winds. Today couldn’t be more different, with clear blue skies and hardly a breath of air moving. It’s as calm as could be.
The Carrick-a-rede bridge was originally utilitarian in purpose, allowing salmon fisherman to reach a prime fishing area. Today there really aren’t any salmon to speak of here and the bridge is simply a tourist attraction. . . but an enticing one reached via a pleasant hike through lovely rolling meadows that drop down to the sea.
The bridge itself is a rope and wood contraption, far more substantial than the original would have been. It is suspended 80 feet above the sea, providing a 65 foot link between the mainland and the largest of these tiny islands.
There really isn’t anything on the other side of the bridge, but there are lovely views and nesting birds.
Then it is back across again.
One more look back and it is off in search of fish and chips for dinner.