Charter from 1606
The Ould Lammas Fair
Randall MacDonnell got the original charter in 1606 to hold six fairs a year at Dunaneeny Castle, one of which fell on the last Tuesday in August. That's the one that survived. Today it runs the last Monday and Tuesday of August, draws around sixty thousand people, and turns Castle Street and the Diamond into a wall of stalls. You come for the yellowman — a hard, brittle, honeycomb toffee broken off a slab with a hammer — and the dulse, a dried purple seaweed sold by the bag. Both are acquired tastes. Both are mandatory.
First commercial wireless, 1898
Marconi on the spire
In July 1898 Guglielmo Marconi's engineers used the spire of the old Catholic church as a mast and sent the world's first commercial wireless telegraph transmission to the East Lighthouse on Rathlin Island, six miles offshore. There's a monument over the harbour to mark it. The Marine Hotel named its bar after him. The signal was a request for ship arrival times — Lloyd's of London were paying for it, because before this they had to row out to Rathlin to see who was coming through the North Channel.
The MacDonnells of Castle Street
Fourteen generations
The House of McDonnell on Castle Street has been a pub in the same family since 1766. Fourteen generations. It started as a spirit grocery with stables for coach horses, and the layout is more or less unchanged — long narrow snug, mahogany bar, the kind of interior that's now Grade A listed because nobody had the heart to modernise it. CAMRA put it on their national heritage register. The trad session on a Friday night is one of the best on the north coast.
The Ulster Cycle landed here
Deirdre of the Sorrows
Tradition has it that Deirdre and the Sons of Uisneach landed back in Ireland at Ballycastle Bay, just under Fair Head, after their exile in Scotland. It didn't end well — Conchobar mac Nessa had laid a trap, the brothers were killed, and Deirdre took her own life rather than be married to the king. The story is one of the Three Sorrows of Irish storytelling. You can stand at the foot of Fair Head, look across to the Mull of Kintyre, and see exactly the crossing they were said to have made.