This post is shamelessly copied from a local history book, now out of print, that is also available in pdf format on line: http://www.bayburn.com/29128%20Helen's%20Bay%20&%20Crawfordsburn%20History.pdf . It is one section only of a much larger and more broadly based book. All credit is then due to the book's author, and to the team at bayburn.com. Those who have travelled the main road between Bangor and Belfast will know the corner known as ‘the Devil’s Elbow’, which is located just before the junction leading to Seahill/ Rockport. On the left side of the road when travelling from Bangor there is a small road leading up into the Holywood hills. It is now called Carney Hill, but according to this article that name derives from Carnage Hill. To see where it got this name read on. Many thanks are due to Sam, my friend and avid local history buff. It was he who originally showed me a paper copy of this book. Unfortunately it is not a proud episode in
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