Belfast to Dungannon 90km
Its 7.30 am. Lying in bed. Sun is shining outside. All looks good. Im to sure how cold it is and it looks a bit breezy.
Legs are talking to me. Not in any angry way. But just enough for them to let me know “you need me”!
Eileen is cooking me a breakfast to see me through the day. As only a caring sister would. Im in a comfortable bed. Subliminal messages are telling me ‘you could stay here you know!’ But can’t succumb to that.
After breakfast Eileen takes me back to Hazelwood for the start of our next journey.
Mags is a lovely young woman who, I found out we came from opposite sides of the Peace Line in West Belfast. Im amazed that altho we are generations apart and in my day there was never a forum where we could meet and befriend nor would we have wanted or been allowed to mix. Nevertheless we had so much in common with each other. For me that is a tremendous revelation. On reflection she is the first person in my long life who I have befriended from just two streets away in my home town.
So comfortable was our night that we sat up till 12.30 am before we drift off to bed to rest for tomorrow.
Source: Cycle Against Suicide Blog