An urban myth. The border counties were the places for that sort of thing.
The urban myth perpetuated by English newspapers. At the age of 14, I remarked that I was ashamed to be half Irish after seeing all the horror stories in the papers! My mother's response was to book my six week summer holiday and travel the length and breadth of Ulster, criss-crossing the border on many occasions.
We enjoyed tea and scones with the locals in both the Falls and the Ardoyne. We saw the Orange Parade pass by without hostility or tension on the 12th July in Ballymena. I had my picture taken by "Roaring Meg" in Londonderry, walked and talked among the locals in the Bogside then had a picnic by Lough Foyle at Culmore. We strolled along the Giants' Causeway and along the beautiful beach at Ballycastle. We visited the museum of the Royal Irish Rangers at Carrickfergus Castle, strolled by the lake at Enniskillen, changed the "Ulsterbus" many times at Dungannon and, in that bus station, my mother helped a diabetic man who was slipping into unconsciousness by slipping two Polo mints under his tongue to get the sugar into him quickly.
However, the crowning glory was the last few nights staying at the Europa Hotel in Belfast - the most bombed hotel in Europe or so it was said. As the "Duke of Rosslare" slipped from the quay at Belfast and headed away from the huge Harland and Wolff cranes on our way home, my mother asked the following questions:
1. How many gunmen burst into the Europa Hotel and sprayed us with bullets? "Err, none!"
2. How many bombs have we heard going off? "Err, none." (Well, maybe one big bang when a suspiciously parked car was treated to a controlled explosion by an army robot!)
3. You, with your English accent! How many people have treated you with hostility because they see you as British? "Err, none. The people have all been really friendly and kind!"
4. ....and what do you think of Ulster now? Are you still ashamed of the Irish part of your heritage? "Err, no. The country is beautiful, the people are truly friendly. In fact, very similar to our home in Devon!"
The proof of the pudding is that the memory of that holiday, and the incredible warmth of the people we met, has stayed with me for life!
Thank you for the photograph. Although I remember the maroon and blue NIR livery on the trains, the "Ulster Transport" logo, complete with Red Hand of Ulster, was displayed on the lorries and some of the buses around Belfast. All of the buses we used, though, were in the Blue "Ulsterbus" livery.