Baile an Chaistil · Co. Antrim
Where the Glens meet the Causeway Coast, and the ferry leaves for Rathlin.
Ballycastle sits at the seam where the Glens of Antrim run out of glen and the Causeway Coast starts pretending it's a different sort of place. It's a working town with a ferry pier, a beach, a Diamond at the top of the hill, and a long memory. The bus from Belfast comes in past the convent. The boats go out to Rathlin twice a day in summer and once in winter, weather permitting.
What you need to know: the town does two things hard. The last week of August it does the Ould Lammas Fair - one of the oldest fairs in Ireland, charter dating to 1606, with stalls down both sides of every street and tens of thousands of people eating yellowman and dulse. The other fifty-one weeks it does its job quietly: school run, fishing boats, a few coffee shops, a hotel with a Marconi-themed bar because Marconi did genuinely send signals from here in 1898.
Don't try to do Ballycastle in a morning on the way to the Giant's Causeway. The town rewards a slow day. Walk out to Fair Head. Get the ferry to Rathlin and don't come back till the last sailing. Find the pub on Castle Street that's been in the same family for fourteen generations and listen to a session there. Then drive back along the coast road through Cushendun in the dark, and tell us we were wrong.