Write On!

              contained an assortment of warm clothing, raincoats, rubber boots,
stout shoes, socks and writing materials.
We took a taxi to the Bus Station, then, with a lot of other
passengers, boarded the bus. The bus wound its way through the
outskirts of Belfast, past the Cave- Hill Zoo, which we all had
visited many times before, and out to the scenic and winding
Antrim Coast road.
My brother by now had shifted to a seat behind us, and sat
with his nose against the window pane looking out at the small
fishing- trawlers gathering their daily load of fish, in from the bay.
Soon we came to the town of Antrim, and on past some
high grassy mounds, which were the burial grounds of the Irish
Chieftains of long ago. The bus stopped at the town of Bushmills.
Famous for its hospitality to the tourists and its Irish Whiskey.
Bushmills is known for its geographical rock formation, known as
" The Giant's Causeway". Legend has it, that an angry giant,
named Finn McCord, threw a heap of rocks into the Irish Sea, from
Fingal's Cave, off the Northern coast of Scotland, so that they
landed in the coastal waters of Bushmills County Antrim.
Pretty soon we were climbing again. We could see where
the Irish sea had narrowed into a channel where the Northern coast
of Scotland showed the outline of the Mull of Galloway peninsula,
in the distance, were very visible to us, as it was a clear sunny day.
As we looked out, we could see little blue flowers, which
grew wild and were known as Dunseverick Geraniums. Small
white daisies dotted the cliff tops. The bus rounded the comer of
the road and came to a standstill in front of a tall white two story
house, with a large vegetable and flower garden surrounding it. Our
hostess came out to greet us.
Mrs. Morris was a middle- aged woman and had been
widowed during World- War- Two wore her dark hair short. She
was a friendly soul. Mrs. Morris had two teen- aged daughters,
Deidrie and Bridie, who both wore their hair down to their
shoulders, in braids, and helped their mother with the chores
around the house. Along with several other guests that had come to
stay, we sat down at the long oak table for supper, and ate heartily.
The next morning my Mother inquired of Mrs. Morris on
' whether there were any tours going out from where we were?'
Mrs. Morris told her ' that there were two qualified guides
in the district, who were willing to drive the tourists to where they
wished to go'.
" The tour to Dunluce Castle and Carrick- a- Reed rope
bridge, was to take place early Tuesday morning," she said,