Sea caving on the Causeway Coast, Jock, Rick, Emma and Al

After the usual faff tastic - we are leaving at half 9 in the morning I swear to God antics we arrived up at the giants causeway by around 3 in the afternoon.

The plan being to attempt a swim into Dunkerry cave to figure out if the legend of unfathomable lengths was indeed just a legend. After a bit of a nosey we decided that access to Dunkerry proper was going to be slightly more involved that first though so we opted for a more accessible shallower looking option on down the coast.

I think this beast is called Leckilroy cave and as far as I know it has been seldom visited in our generation (if ever). Hopefully this would prove a good training mission before committing to Dunkerry proper.

Suited and booted Al belayed me out along a traverse ledge on the right hand side of the entrance as we all kept one eye on the cave entrace and one eye out to sea. The swell wasn't exactaly helpful so I swam in for the first few meters before gaining my feet and getting a bit bashed about for my efforts. Not long after I ran out of rope in view of a raised boulder beach at the end of water. Suffice to say I was glad of the safety line when it came to hauling my ass back out through the white horses.