The Betrothal of Cavehill

A wedding is about to be celebrated; ordinary folk get on with their lives against the backdrop of a divided Ulster. In the troubled Belfast of the 1960s, hostile Gunfire barks its questions (of sectarian ownership) off Cavehill. The hill’s geographical features reflect the religious and political make-up of its immediate area: Cavehill is as hard and uncompromising as basalt; as defiant as its south-facing stare into Catholic areas; a stone projecting non-catholic traits: proud, protestant and northern and male. A good natured poke at the perceived naivety of bridegroom compares those taking their wedding vows with the artless innocence of Adam untouched before he was taken over by Eve and suffered joint expulsion from Eden (before the shock of […]