Like great grey fingers reaching for the sky, the basalt columns of The Organ at the Giant’s Causeway held me totally captivated as a child. I would stand as close to the columns as possible, lean my head back and stare skyward up along the length of hexagonal stones stacked neatly, one upon the other.
The innocent belief that only a giant could have played this stone organ, or walked along this shore was all-consuming. Any scientific account quickly washed overhead as images of Finn MacCool and Benandonner fighting their corner would play in my head.
Shame we have to grow up.
