History Of County Antrim
County Antrim (from Irish: Aontroim, meaning "lone ridge", named after its former county town, Antrim) is one of the thirty-two traditional counties of Ireland, one of nine within the historical province of Ulster, and one of the six counties that form Northern Ireland, situated in the north-east of the island of Ireland. The county is no longer used as an administrative division for local government purposes, but retains a strong identity in popular culture. Adjoined to the north-east shore of Lough Neagh, the county covers an area of 3,046 km², with a population of approximately 616,000.
The Glens of Antrim offer isolated rugged landscapes, the Giant's Causeway is a unique landscape and a UNESCO World Heritage Site, Bushmills produces whiskey, and Portrush is a popular seaside resort and night-life area. The majority of the capital city of Northern Ireland, Belfast, is also in County Antrim, with the remainder being in County Down.
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