Feeling a bit like the Grand Old Duke of York – marching up and down that big hill to the Big Stone, we decided to stop in the nearby little town of Warrenpoint to explore and check it out. Son lobbied hard for this – he’d seen the sea from up top and felt he deserved a bit of beach time after our hard hike. We agreed. This little place in Co Down is the southern approach to the glorious Mourne Mountains and an hour or two chilling out here is no hardship. Once a busy port, we saw one large vessel coming into the harbour but I think the town’s heyday in that area is probably past.
Wonderfully scenic with the water and the rolling hills in the background, there is no sandy beach just rocks and pebbles but it is perfect for exploring. Son made friends as soon as we arrived and proceeded to explore and seek out “treasures.” Many more pebbles were collected, we managed to convince him a huge piece of seaweed would not be returning with us though and he and his new friend spent an hour or so in animated conversation.
We relaxed, soaked up the scenery and agreed this was the perfect end to an energetic day.