So there I was passing it the other day, having just dropped Matilda (as she will be known here) off to school, when I thought to myself I'd better stop and see if there is anything left to photograph here. Being September and relatively early in the morning I reckoned there probably wouldn't be too many tourists about. For once I was right - not a sinner about the place. Keeping my eyes peeled as I drove down the lane leading to the car park I identified where might be a favourable spot to stand and point my camera from. As I walked back down the road from the car park I half expected a shout from the obligatory coffee shop, informing me that the entrance to the Castle was in the other direction, but none came. All was quiet as I approached. Suddenly the sea mist seemed a little stronger than I remembered - an eerie silence descended all around and I realised with a shiver I was completely alone. Slowly I edged closer, my senses heightened. (Ed: Yes yes, we all get the message, you're about to take a photograph. Edgar Allen Poe you are not. Just get on with it for goodness' sake).
Oops, sorry about that. Got a bit carried away there, as you do. Well here it is: Dunluce Castle, my version (just visible in the background there).