Exactly 14 years ago yesterday, while on a work trip to Northern Ireland, my itinerary took me from Belfast up the eastern and northern coasts to my lodging (in the Bushmills Inn—but that’s another story). Along the way, exploring the coast of County Antrim, I made a stop at White Park Bay, which contains a crescent white beach nestled between two heads of land stretching out into the sea toward the Isle of Man. Here’s an excerpt from my journal:
The rain had stopped and, although the weather was coming from the south, and I could not see the sky in that direction, it felt like I would have respite from the precipitation for a while. I parked the car and undertook a careful scramble over the wet rocks, no particular goal in mind. They were rough enough not to be too slippery, with the exception of those right at the water’s edge, which were lush with seaweed and even at this low tide constantly washed by the waves.
I spotted these Sea Pink flowers, aka Thrift (Armeria maritima), on a grassy ledge and climbed a rather precarious slope to get the perspective I wanted.
This was one of my first trips with my first digital camera, and the resolution is not up to what I have come to expect in the meantime, but I still think back to these days with great fondness and love to relive them through my journal.