there might be giants

The giant pulse of the sea. The giants' battle that resulted in these basalt columns being hurled all the way from Giant's Causeway to here by Fionn mac Cumhaill. The giant expanses of geological time, of earth core boil and blast and upthrust. We circumnavigated it tilting and tipping, a wee Sancho Panza riding our mule against dragons. Then feeling salt sprayed and battered by the monsters, we suddenly came to our puttering senses and turned our mule Iona bound.