Belfast . . . Giant's Ring

I'm pedaling a path along the Lagan River past athletic fields, clean neighborhoods and quiet parks. Mothers push prams and rugby players and Gaelic hurlers scramble. While swans preen under a canopy of beach trees, I stop in a clearing and lunch in the shade of these ancient huge stones at a place called Giant's Ring. Tomorrow, my friend Rosa, from Germany will arrive to cycle with me for a couple weeks.