An icy wind clawed at my face as I rushed from the car to the water’s edge. I was glad of the layers of clothes I had on, including two pairs of gloves. Through the blizzard my eyes searched for the spectacular sight I had waited to see for many years, but I could only see a tiny section of water immediately in front of me. The falling snow obliterated the rest. This was not the first sight of Niagara Falls I had hoped for.
We went in search of the Giant’s Causeway, and found ourselves in Game of Thrones. With icy winds, hail, and warming whiskey, Northern Ireland was magical.