Walking in the Footsteps of Giants: A Wet December St Stephen’s Day Visit to the Giant’s Causeway

There are places in the world that feel less like destinations and more like encounters—and the Giant’s Causeway is one of them. Sixteen years after my first visit, I returned on a wet St Stephen’s Day to find its magic not only unchanged but deepened. The basalt columns glistened beneath the drizzle, the Atlantic roared against the cliffs, and the legend of Finn McCool felt alive in every ripple of wind along the Antrim Coast.

With winter’s quiet and the coastline’s wild beauty all around, this was the Causeway at its most intimate—a place where ancient myth and raw nature meet. From the windswept trail to the rope bridge at Carrick-a-Rede and a warming whisky at Old Bushmills Distillery, this corner of Northern Ireland remains a landscape of stories, storms and unforgettable moments.