Turns out the BBC is releasing a new 3-part Documentary looking at the forging of the Antrim Coast road. Recognised as one of the great tourist drives of the world.

To tie in, I thought, have a poem:


You see a simple stretch of road, from arch to arch in length
Yet no journey from the black to red, can tell you of her strength
Oh yes you’ll see her beauty, reflecting nature’s flare
A swell of sea, with foaming waves, taunting cliffs left bare
But that is just her outer skin, to flatter in a lens
As she guides you in her fairy way, to the secret of her Glens

Yet that is not her strength at all, no that my friend lies deep
It’s into every exile’s bones, she lets her true strength seep
For she possess guile and craft, the Fairy Ring her token
So those who leave her far behind, will have a heart that’s broken

For the love of her, the yearn for her, impossible once seen
To wipe from mind, or cleave from heart, she leaves a pain so keen
Yes, that’s her strength, her hold, her price, the beauty that’s her boast
She’s the queen of all the Fairy Glens, and her home’s the Antrim Coast.


Ian Andrew is the author of the alternative history novel A Time To Every Purposethe detective thrillers Face Value and Flight Path and the Little Book of Silly Rhymes & Odd Verses. All are available in e-book and paperback. Follow him on social media:

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