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That year we were caravanning near Stranraer. A poster near the
harbour tempted us. An Ulster Bus tour to the Giant's Causeway.
The cost, less then the normal return ferry fare. But it left
at noon and returned at midnight. We couldn't leave our chinese
whippet alone in the van all that time. Meandering down some country
lane, we found ourselves on tracks in a wood. The sign said "The
Kennels". It wasn't a commercial kennels but the home of
the Wigtownshire Hunt. The keeper heard our story and agreed to
take in our dog the following day. We went to Ireland, surveyed
the Antrim coast, climbed the causeway. The return ferry was late.
A points failure at Crewe had delayed the mail-train. The outgoing
ferry had waited for. We rolled back to the caravan at three in
the morning. Later we went to the kennels. Our lazy dog hadn't
slept with the hounds. The keeper of the pack had warmed to her
soft eyes. She had spent the night in his cottage.
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