The following is an excerpt from my diary...the photos on the CD were taken on this perfect day ....the day we somehow walked right into the center of our souls.

Getting our usual late start, we drove out of Cushendall and into Paradise. I don't know how a country can keep getting more beautiful, but it somehow manages to. We turned off from Cushendun onto the Torr Road. We ended up on a tiny road clinging to the hills and cliffs above the North Channel. Green grass, lupines, and buttercups...stone walls and sure footed sheep grazing the green terrain which drops a thousand feet to the sea...which looks over to Scotland 12 miles out. Should have bought stock in the film companies for all the pictures we're taking.

Worked our way out to Runabay Head, Torr Head, Murloagh Bay and Fair Head. In this land time eternal joins hands with the present. The remains of 5000 years of peoples who felt the power of the eons and choose to stay awhile.

Rocks of old wells and lime burners with roses growing from the top grids. Trees grown round a structure that is long since returned to dirt, but the spirit memory is still there. Rock outcrops that bear the mark of an ancient people who found their defenses there, stood on rock thrones, surveyed the sea, and sank their fingers into the dirt and owned it.

Faerie Rings, the spirit of past warriors, the song of the Fair Maiden who plunged herself to her death rather than marry a man she didn't love. Old fishing cottages, the remains of a stone boating ramp among tide pools, ...limpets, seaweeds, polished quartz stones and cave-riddled rocks jutting into the wild and crystal blue sea. An immortal land that gently settles into your soul and makes you understand why anyone would fight to hold onto it.