Carrick-On-Shannon, Ireland
Like Frodo and the fellowship at Amon Hen, leaving Galway meant a parting of ways. For the next few days we were going off piste and leaving the Wild Atlantic Way.
Ann was heading home.
Ed was returning to London with Ann for a few days to work.
Me and the kids were spending a few days with my auntie in Carrick-on-Shannon.
The further we head north, the more nostalgic this blog is likely to get. Having moved to England aged 5, me and my sisters spent most...