So I’m back home in Cork, but it’s taking a little longer for my heart to make the journey!
Last Friday I traveled to northwest Donegal to the place of so many happy childhood memories. After twenty seven years I was curious to know if the fields and hills were as I’d remembered and to walk them once more with my brother, my childhood companion, my fellow adventurer.
With great excitement we set off. We were staying in a house in the nearest village to where we used to go, near the beach we played on and the pier we fished off. While Ireland is rarely blessed by great weather, Donegal usually gets the worst of it, but not last weekend. We were promised a heat wave, which in Ireland means roaring temperatures of 20C/68f, and we got it.
Day one we were itching to explore, getting up early and going for a walk along the beach and headland of Downings, a ten minute stroll away.