". . . two bold sea-captains, by name Willoughby and Middleton, not content with listening to the manifold echoes of a common musket, must needs bring into this cavern a six-pounder, and how, on discharging it, an immense mass of the roof fell in, whereby their lives were placed in imminent peril."
"A piper one day, when the tide was out, wandered into the furthest recesses, no doubt curious to ascertain, in these secret solitudes, the peculiar sound of his romantic instrument. Engaged in the delights of his sweet craft, he wandered on and on, none could tell whither, for he never came out; nor were there ever any tidings of him, save that while the people were at prayers in the church of Ballintoy, and just as the clerk was about giving out the first Psalm, the sound of bagpipes was heard underground, and tunes were recognised rising up from beneath, which were rather unsuitable to the solemnity of the place.""
We haven't managed to track the exact whereabouts of this particular cave down, so we're safe enough from the desire to follow the steps of the piper. But we found the largest cave in Ireland, and since it was a popular tourist spot in Victorian times, when ladies & gents would board small boats and be rowed in for a quick glance around, we figure it should be a reasonable destination.
Although no one has ever reached the back of this cave (or at least returned to tell of it) Tim reckons that when everyone else turns back, he's going to keep going.
*These stories where found on Library Ireland
