View of Fair Head, in Co. Antrim, looking south-west to north-east. The coast and cliffs stretch out into the distance, along the right-hand side of the image. In the foreground, a man holding a rod or pole is looking up at a woman standing on a rock just above him. She is wearing a knee-length skirt and a bonnet or hat. She appears to be barefoot. Further along the rocky shore, three figures can be seen. Other details include birds in the sky and sailing boats on the sea.
Inscribed in Image
|Keywords(s)||Beaches, Boats, Cliffs, Fishing, Headgear, Men, People, Rock formations, Seas, Skirts, Women|
|Dimensions||7.8 cm x 11.8cm|
|Published / created||1823|
|Travel Account||Notes of a journey in the north of Ireland, in the summer of 1827|
|Print or manuscript|
|Location of image in copy||opp. p. 8|
|Source copy||National Library of Ireland J 91411|
This is a link to a digital copy hosted by an external website.
|Rights||Courtesy of the National Library of Ireland|
Related text from travel account
|What a succession of sublime and varied scenery does this magnificent coast present to the view! Its bold columnar rocks, expanding their gigantic forms along the brink of ocean—here projecting far into the impetuous flood, and there impending over it in haughty and terrific majesty—bid defiance to its rage, as it foams and bellows at their foot in tremendous but impotent fury. But it was not until we arrived at the Promontory of Fairhead, that we were really astounded at the wonders of this mountainous shore. "This headland rises abruptly to six hundred and thirty feet above the level of the sea. It is composed of columnar
[p. 8] basalt, huge masses of which, during a course of ages, have fallen down, and lie in tremendous heaps around the base of the cliffs, like the wreck of a former world. The wild aspect of this point is peculiarly striking. Desolation and barrenness are its appropriate characteristics. Nature seems here to have exhausted her powers of devastation, to render this scene the most awful and sublime that imagination can conceive.”
“Proud, towering o'er the angry main,