The Giants Causeway – A Natural Wonder of Northern Ireland

There are some who will try to tell you that the Giant’s Causeway was built by volcanoes, claiming that 63 million years ago, in Ireland, or Northern Ireland at least, was on fire with volcanoes, spewing lava constantly into a chasm that existed between there and Scotland. 

All of these eruptions kept the magma in the chasm hot. Then a long, slow cooling process allowed them to chill and crack into the crystalline columns that you’d see there today. 

These columns extend under the sea all the way from the North-eastern tip of Northern Ireland over to the west coast of Scotland, emerging at Fingal’s Cave on the island of Staffa, just off the west coast. This is the largest example of its kind in the world and, therefore, it’s Northern Ireland’s only heritage site.

Another more interesting story is that it was built by giants. A long, long time ago, in the North of Ireland lived the giant called Finn McCool. Finn McCool was a kind and peaceful giant. He looked after his land and his people well. He was, however, constantly under threat from a giant from Scotland. 

That giant’s name was Benandonner; the name itself means ‘mountain of Thunder’. Benandonner wanted to go to Ireland to kill Finn McCool and charge high taxes on the people who lived there. 

The only thing stopping him was the expanse of water in between, which was too wide and too deep, and Benandonner could not swim. The two giants, Scottish and Irish, had never met. They had never even seen each other. They lived too far apart, but they had heard each other daily, yelling, shouting, bawling, cursing, and threatening over the seas.

One morning, Finn McCool, sick, tired, and weary of listening to the threats of Benandonner, roused early, and he built a causeway between Northern Ireland and Scotland. Using strange hexagonal columns of rock, he pushed them into the ground and the seabed with his bare hands. 

When the causeway was finished, Finn McCool stood up at the Northern Ireland side and called over to Scotland, telling the Scottish giant Benandonner to come and fight for the lands, whenever he could find the courage to do so.

This was the biggest mistake that Finn McCool had ever made in his life. Now, as an angry Benandonner could be seen striding across this new Giant’s Causeway, Finn McCool, seeing him for the first time, could now clearly see that the Scottish giant was twice as big as he was. 

Terrified, he ran to his wife and told her to pack all their belongings. ‘Get ready to leave, he said: ‘Leave now and we’ll leave with our lives; wait a moment longer, Benandonner will come, and he’ll kill us, both.

Oonagh, Finn’s wife, was just a bit more cunning and certainly a lot more intelligent than Finn McCool. She poured a large bottle of sleeping potion into Finn McCool’s early morning bottle of beer, and when he drank the beer, he drank the sleeping potion. As he did so, he fell sound asleep, and as he slept, Oonagh stripped him naked and then dressed him again just like a baby; she even placed a baby’s bonnet on his head. 

She started manufacturing a giant cradle and lifting Finn McCool. She placed him in the cradle and stuck his thumb in his mouth… just in time for the door to knock. It was Benandonner. He’d arrived, and he was furious. Where was this Irish upstart who dared to challenge him?

Oonagh answered the door and, smiling into the ugly Scottish giant’s face, she told him a lie. She told him that her husband, Finn McCool, had forgotten all about the threat. He’d gone off to the fields to work. It must have meant so little to him that it completely slipped his mind, and he’d gone away to the fields. 

Benandonner was welcome to come in and wait if he wanted, although he had best probably make his way back to Scotland and save himself from a severe beating. But if he did decide to come in, he had to promise not to make a fuss and wake the sleeping baby.

Of course, Benandonner did not wish to appear to be a coward, so he agreed to come in. But on entering the house, he saw the size of the cradle in the corner. Peering inside, he saw Finn McCool lying there with a great big ginger beard; snoring loudly, breath stinking of stale beer.

“Are you telling me that’s the baby?” “Oh yes, said Oonagh, that’s Finn McCool’s baby, alright. Take a seat, I’ll bring you a nice cup of Irish tea”. “There’ll be no need for your hospitality”, said Benandonner, “I’m not waiting here to meet the father of something as gigantic as that”. 

And with that, he ran away back to Scotland again. But using his club, he smashed up the Giant’s Causeway in between Northern Ireland and Scotland to make sure that this Finn McCool, should he return from work, should not be able to follow him and do him injury.

But Finn McCool, lying sleeping in the cradle, heard the noise of the causeway breaking up, and it woke him up, and in a fit of anger at seeing his handiwork being destroyed, he, with his bare hand a sod of earth from the north of Ireland and threw it after the retreating Benandonner.

Now, the sod of earth that Finn McCool tore from the ground left a hole, a hole that can still be seen today, even though it’s filled with water. It’s called Lough Neagh. It’s the largest inland waterway in the United Kingdom. Not only bigger than Loch Ness but bigger than Loch Ness and all the lakes of the English Lake District all put together.

But what happened to this sod of earth from the ground by Finn McCool’s hand and thrown after the retreating Benandonner? Well, Finn McCool was still a bit drowsy from the sleeping potion. He was still a bit drunk from the beer, and on top of all that, Finn McCool in his whole life had never been a great shot with anything. 

So the sod of earth missed Benandonner and went flying through the air and landed with a mighty splash right in the middle of the Irish Sea, and today we call that The Isle of Man.

You may think that the first story was the truth and this of giants was a lie. But let me put it to you like this: Should you visit the north of Ireland and look closely, you will see no volcanoes, but take a look at a map of the United Kingdom and compare the size, shape, and area of Lough Neagh to the size, the shape and the area of the Isle of Man, and even to the untrained eye, you will have to admit there are certain striking similarities.

So I put it to you that what you see there today is no geological formation at all, but truly was built by giants.