“Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.”
Neil Gaiman, Fables & Reflections
The Dark Hedges are somethin’ else. These giant, old trees lace their branches over Bregagh Road, while sunlight drips through, dappling the walk below. The have presence, depth and an awareness that has only developed through sheer will of life and time. They are enigmatic in their beauty, their shadows hold mystery and their branches brim with serendipitous magic. They hold the secrets of the Gray Lady, who is said to walk amoung them at night – secrets they won’t tell.
We arrived mid-day, and apparently The Dark Hedges are an immensely popular pilgrimage spot for Games of Thrones fans seeking to walk the Kings Road. Which, by all means is great, but that scene was not the photo…
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