The Magic of Azora - June Zebedee

The Magic of Azora - June Larmour (Zebedee)

We were tired, we were young, and we enjoyed climbing and running all around the Cavehill. Our dad was our leader, our guide and we followed him as children do.

I do not know if we ever lost sight of him, but so many times, as we were getting tired and hundreds, we saw the tree. It sat in the middle of the field, all bushy ad wide and all around the branches, just scattered about, were biscuits. Big round ones and jame ones.

“How did they get there?” we chimed.

Dad always replied, “Azora must have left them for us.”

Azora was his special friend who sat on the end of his bed every night.

We thought it was magic.

(Photo credit Nicky Wharry)