Fionn, Faeries & the Mourne Wall

Lone hawthorns stand untouched in cleared fields across the Mournes. Nobody planted them there. Nobody dares move them.

The warrior who dived into Slieve Gullion's summit lake and emerged an old man. The lake is still there.

A mysterious glow seen on the tor of Slieve Binnian that has unsettled walkers for generations.

How Slieve Donard got its bald summit, according to the storytellers of the Mournes.

Sheelagh rode into these mountains and never came back. The lough that bears her name is the largest natural lake in the Mournes.

A deep chasm on the coast road. A woman running for her life. And the question argued in pubs ever since: did the eggs survive?

Fifteen hundred years ago, a man walked to the top of Northern Ireland's highest mountain and decided to stay.

Two wells, two bathhouses, and a ruined church in a sheltered valley. For centuries, hundreds came here on Midsummer Eve.