Which way now ? I’m just sitting here, perched on this rock and enjoying the views on the Causeway Coast of Northern Ireland. Sometimes along comes a nice sunny day, blue skies interspersed with white puffy clouds and its kind of easy just to slow down and take it easy. Do you sit contentedly on your rock, pop on the shades and catch a few rays and follow the words of The Eagles ‘ Take it easy, take it easy. Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy’ Or do you get up and go and see where the road or track leads ?
I looked this way and that way….
Maybe it was the sound of the waves lapping up on to Runkerry Beach, perhaps it was the sun glinting on my bonnet – I dunno. All I know is I decided to make tracks along a path.
The path forwards.
I rumbled along the gravel path which slowly descended alongside Bushfoot Golf Club and the famous River Bush. Up ahead golden sands and dunes carpeted with maram grass beckoned me on. Perhaps it was in a parallel reality that I imagined some golden beach in the south of France that entranced and enticed me onwards, onwards drawing me ever forward like a modern day Lawrence of Arabia crying Aqaba, Aqaba ! Thankfully there was no one about when this re-enactment took place. I know, I know – you can imagine this surreal vision of a dirty little green tractor charging along a gravel path at full throttle shouting Aqaba Aqaba ! At this point I did a bit of a spin swinging around 180 degrees. There was the mouth of the River Bush and I realised just how far I had already come.
I swung around, up ahead stood a wooden bridge. This sometimes happens in life – you come to a point where you must decide whether to turn back, or go on. There was no going back. I must cross that bridge !
It was only a small bridge, however it was strong enough and I was brave enough to crawl across as lightly as I could. Down below the peaty brown waters of the Bush swirled through on their way to the sea.
I pressed onwards. Up and over the golden sands and on to a wooden path fringing the meandering Bush. On my approach, golfers across the way hastily departed. All that remained was the wise old Bush offering peace to reflect a moment mirrored in time. Isn’t it nice to pause for thought and reflection.
A wise old tractor used to say to me to ‘ houl back’ and keep looking ahead. I have to say that this was very sound advice. There is a lot to be said for not hurrying and watching where you are going. As one who has experience of putting their nose into a ditch I heartily endorse that wisdom. Slow down, take your time and watch where you are going is good advice for tractor drivers and drivers of all ages.
Pressing on, taking our time and watching where we are going can certainly help to get and keep us on track. Here are the tracks which run from Bushmills to the Giants Causeway. Please note that no trains were harmed in the making of this Blog. In fact there weren’t any trains running when I came by this way. Sometimes all there is, is a straight grey path vanishing into the distance or a rusty set of rails bearing silent witness to friends from distant lands who have travelled here.
Yesterday someone came along here, today I travelled this path. Tomorrow it may be you who follow this route. Whatever you do – houl back, take it easy. Pause and reflect. Recharged – focus and press onwards. I enjoyed my run out from Portballintrae towards Runkerry and The Giants Causeway. I know you would too. Why don’t you make a point of visiting and experiencing the joys of this relaxing scenic way – soon. Who knows I might even be there myself ! For now this is your friend ‘Jake the Tractor‘ wishing you well and hoping you know which way now, wherever you are. Do remember to take a wee look in our Shop.