Once Upon A Time: Giant’s Causeway
Lucky are those who set foot once in Ireland; luckier those who set foot in it every day.
I’ve been one of the luckier ones during the last few months. As I’ve said before, I had the best time of my life there. But this article is not about me, not even about the island itself really. It’s about the legend of, without any doubt, the most breathtaking place I’ve ever been to (so far).
Only very few people feel brave enough to go to Northern Ireland. It’s easy to understand that the conflicts of the past is probably the main reason, but avoiding this part of the island is a terrible mistake. Belfast is gorgeous, Derry is heartbreaking, but the Atlantic Way, leading to Giant’s Causeway is absolutely mind-blowing.
Trying to describe Giant’s Causeway would be a complete waste of time, because although there is a picture, it’s impossible to explain how beautiful it is when you get there. So, I decided to write about something a little bit funnier and original: the legend.
Like many other places all around our fantastic world, there’s a story linked to Giant’s Causeway, one supposed to explain why it looks this particular way.
I’ve been told this legend by my former flatmate, a true Irish girl, and I hope I’ll be able to tell it almost as well as she did.
It all began a long, long time ago, like in every legend. It happened in a time where leprechauns, fairies and giants where still feeling free to show themselves to the world. There was a giant living where the actual Giant’s Causeway stand, in the northern part of the Island, and he was called Finn McCool.
One day, he had a heated argument with the Scottish Giant, Benandonner, and, without thinking about what they were doing, they planned a fight that would happen at Finn’s house. The day before the fight, Finn realized that Benandonner was much taller and stronger than he was, and that it had been a huge mistake. However, he had his pride, so did nothing.
His wife, who was the cleverest giant of this story, decided to do something. She put some medicinal herbs in her husband’s food and beer, to make him fall asleep. Once he did, she found some baby clothes and disguised him as baby. A few hours later, on the day of the meeting, the Scottish giant created a path from Scotland to Northern Ireland with massive rocks and reached his destination. When he asked about Finn, his wife said that he forgot about the fight and had left to hunt. But she also said that he could wait for him, and sit on a chair near the baby. He then saw how big the “baby” was. When he realized how massive the child was, he became terrified of the father’s size, and without any word, he ran back to Scotland, destroying the path behind him, so Finn could not follow him. And that’s how Giant’s Causeway was made.
I believe it’s a pretty cool story. But another one of my flatmates (the one learning biology) who listened to her while she was telling me the legend destroyed it all saying that everything was due to volcanos. Well, I did not listen to him; I always loved fairy tales too much.
For Sinead & Ronan.
By Kelly Videira