STEP WE GAILY ON WE GO,
HEEL FOR HEEL, TOE FOR TOE
Meg alighted from the Belfast-Coleraine train at Portrush, and walked to the station bicycle rack for a reunion with a bicycle stored there.
“Hullo there!” called Mary, deftly bringing her bicycle to a smooth stop at Meg’s side.
“This is a lovely surprise!” cried Meg. “I brought the gramophone records you wanted.”
“I love surprises, don’t you?” she smiled gaily. “I couldn’t wait to see you, so I thought I’d meet you.”
Placing her bag and rucksack into the bicycle basket, Meg mounted and peddled awkwardly, but after a few revolutions, found a decent rhythm. The women cycled west into a golden sunset, climbing the coast road toward Portstewart. Once on the estate, they dismounted and walked the bicycles along the pebbled drive to the c
