The Giants Causeway, page 5, in Northern Ireland


Guarding my camera with an umbrella I do the best I can to guard it from the rain. Others are scampering off the polygonal structures as fast as they can. The wind is strong now, umbrellas are bending backwards from its force. The rocks are becoming even more slippery underfoot. On the main path, the courtesy bus has arrived, and most people hurry to hop on it. I can tell, my family wants to get on the bus too, but I hold out, hoping the rain will lighten up in a few minutes. I return to the main path for my safety.

Photo left – rain on the Causeway.

The rain does lighten and the wind dies. Once again I attempt the Causeway. My family, believing foolishly that sanity should win out, remain on safe ground.