kitchen in the sea

This weekend a few of us visited our fellow American student friends Jo and Jen at their internship at the Kilkrenny House in Coleraine. It's a beautiful little farm way out in the country where a few animals are raised and a little fireplace warms the inside.
After feeding the goats, collecting the eggs, and dealing with a dead hen, we went to visit Dunluce Castle, known for a rather unfortunate event that occured while it was still inhabited: the kitchen fell into the sea. While we walked up and down the path at the foot of the castle, we tried to sort out where the kitchen had been. The castle had such a precarious placement on the cliff that it was a wonder the whole thing hadn't fallen in. I picked out at least three different cliff-side walls that looked like they could be missing a kitchen, or would be soon. As fragile as it looked, it was also beautiful, propped there on the cliff-side rocks with beautiful long sea-side grasses overgrowing it's edges. It looked like it was more a part of the cliff than a structure built on top of it, as though it was trying to melt into the landscape, or escape into the sea.
Visits like this remind me where it is i am.