|A friendly horse|
My great granny was one of those people, she often told me that she slept on the hill that night. As you can see from my photographs, the city looks miniscule below. Can you imagine sitting up there on that night with the entire city ablaze with bombs?
|My great granny|
On Easter Monday some people suspected that a Luftwaffe plane was circling high above the city, and those who felt it would be a threat decided to make plans to leave for the countryside. Of course, there were those who dismissed the fact that the Luftwaffe were sussing out Belfast. I am not entirely sure what my great grandmother felt about this, I only recall her telling me that on Easter Tuesday she slept on Cavehill. I asked her sister, my great great aunt Clara, and she told me that after the bombings they relocated to their uncle's house in the countryside. So it is plausible that my great granny was caught up in the chaos.
|A small stream divided by a pathway|
|The Mourne Mountains in the distance|
|Don't fall off the edge!|
|Harland & Wolf, where the Titanic was built|
|View of the Irish Sea|
|Me & my dad|
|There's no health & safety!|
|The boat coming from Scotland|