Michael sat in his bed reading a copy of the Eagle magazine. It was full of fascinating adventures. Often michael dreamed of traveling the globe, building dams and bridges.
Sixty years later Michael sat at his writing desk, as another storm swept by. Today michael was no nearer to that dream. Yet his pencil flew another pages of his journal as a form began to take shape. The form of a combined bridge and dam crossing the Irish Sea between Larne and Portpatrick. Dreams you deny them at your peril.