ZigZag Wanderer

Saturday 6th September 2025

Even though last night’s park-up was near-perfect; scenic and peaceful, we thought this morning was time to move on and recover a little of our disrupted schedule, such as it is.

Erne to Glenarm (and Mull of Kintyre, SW Scotland, in the top RH corner…)

Enniskillen to Glenarm is a fair schlep from (near) the west coast to County Antrim’s east coast. The roads are decent enough, though (except when that bleddy Google Maps doesn’t know what it’s doing. Nothing unusual there) and with a late start and a stop in Omagh’s Lidl for provisions, we saw the sea around mid-afternoon.

Sure and you know you’re in Ireland when there are cars randomly parked in the middle of the road

Glenarm is pretty enough, although there’s little here. What it does have, though, is otters browsing for their supper in the harbour water below (not a good photo opportunity, sadly, as it’s just too dark) as we eat our own pasta supper. It also has a view of the the Mull of Kintyre.

Mull of Kintyre from the harbour wall

Surprisingly close it is too, and clearly visible now the mistiness of earlier has cleared.

Northern Ireland Tourist Board approved, I’ll have you know! (Maybe thirty years ago…)

There’s also a burger van, which smells good, if that’s your thing (and the coffee was pretty decent and very cheap). And apparently you can order takeaways for delivery in the pubs, which are very happy for you to consume them there (Chinese food is no doubt good for the beer trade!).

We’ve settled for the night at the Glenarm Marina, which welcomes motorhomes and campervans, with pretty decent facilities, and is totally free. Take note England, as I may well have said before…

Nice, long, beach. We’re at the far end – arrowed. Beach is much sandier at that end

All being well, we’ll stay here tomorrow night too before making our way along the Causeway road on Monday.

Glenarm Marina by night.

Sunday 7th September 2025

What a miserable day, weather-wise. Heavy rain or drizzle most of the time, with short spells of slight brighness (and that’s being kind to it).

We walked up to the tea rooms in the castle grounds, but… no dags!

So we walked back into the village and spent our money in the Cove Café instead. What a difference. A warm welcome, plenty of tables, good coffee, and great cakes. And they were obviously dog lovers. Highly recommended.

The rest of the afternoon was just spent hunkered down in the van, reading, drinking tea and coffee, and generally avoiding the weather. Her Lacyship looked fit to burst though. Poor thing just wants to run on the beach. Too wet, too windy, and too tide-in though.

And that was pretty much Sunday. Tomorrow, we roll north and west along the lovely Antrim coast, hopefully in slightly better weather.