Ballycastle is a small seaside resort of architectural character which holidaymakers go back to time and time again. Apart from nightclubs, it has everything: fine beach, camp sites, splendid sea and river angling, golf course, tennis, bowls, ruined friary. Cliffs and covers.
In Ballycastle's pubs you will meet deep sea fishermen, geologists, archaeologists, botanists and fossil hunters, artist, amateur historians and family holidaymakers. Every 'Irish exile' knows of the nine Glens of Antrim: other visitors from many nations have drawn there by tales of their beauty and peace. Old tales are still told, in bar pallor or home, for the Glens are the most Irish part of the North.
In Glenaan is the reputed grave of Ossian, the greatest Celtic poet; Cushendun was the home of Moira O'Neill, poets of the Glens, and in this same village the English Laureate John Masefield found a wife. Folk music and dancing are part of the Glens' way of life, and no old song is more widely sung than 'The Ould Lammas Fair at Ballycastle O'.
If that was all, it would be enough for the Glens of Antrim to be a perfect place for a holiday. But if you never looked at a single glen, you would be driving past them on possibly the most scenic route in the British Isles-the Antrim Coast Road from Larne to Ballycastle. It is sheltered by mountains; trees grow to the water's edge; above the road loom white cliffs; round each headland is another glen, another trout stream, another village; beach follows beach all the way.
In a distance of 40 miles there occur examples of nearly every rock formation and epoch, from schists over 300,000,000 years old (the earth's original crust) to lava fields, glacial deposits, raised beaches and flint beds. The red sandstone tints the beaches. All the way along, black and white boulders are scattered like dice.