We have been puzzled for months trying to discover where this island was after viewing photographs in the National Trust literature. The images attracted us but the literature failed to mention where this was. We asked when visiting various properties but no-one could give us specific location apart from Strangford which we already knew. Google became our friend when suddenly one night a specific search brought the exact location details and to our surprise it was approx a 15 min drive from our home. Our experience began and in a few days this area has given us a lot of happy and somewhat funny memories to add to our personal album.
We had to check tide times as the island itself can only be accessed (with dry feet) when the tide is out. The photos show the progression of tidal times and how the location takes on a different appearance with the path barely visible at high tide. My antics shocked dad as the tide started to come in, off came my boots and socks. I have the coldest feet in normal conditions (blue, even in the house) but my enthusiasm knew no bounds. I suffered later but I was glad I took the plunge. I am keeping dry socks in the car permanently now - just in case I have to preform again. I must say I had fleece lined UGG boots on which I left on the rock. They saved me from hypothermia as I could put my bare feet back into them and recover feeling when I got back to the car.