It could hardly be called swimming, but Hilary felt more confident and alive in the oily waters than she ever had.

There was no danger of her head dipping beneath the water as she floated on her back, absorbing the wonder.

Her skin tingled. Minerals caressed.

“Dead Sea?” she murmured.

Born into an age beyond the partition of Ireland when there was little work to be had and nothing but a library for entertainment, Eva has always loved reading and creating own stories up for brothers and sisters and eventually children. Eva lives in Londonderry near a Gothic Cathedral and an old park, great inspirational tools, especially at night.