Last weekend, the sunny southeast of Ireland lived up to its name. Holy sunshine, batman. Glorious, glorious sunshine.
After a wedding in Wexford, we spent Saturday and Sunday morning in Ballymoney with my mother- and father-in-law, strolling the strand in awe of the view and the stunning sunshine. We walked up and down Gorey town (a surprisingly adorable country town where I failed to take a single photo), and sucked in huge breaths of autumn air.
It was a relaxing, refreshing weekend away from the concrete and traffic of Dublin. And it reminded me of Maine – big trees, crunchy leaves, chickens pecking across front lawns and the last of the courgettes ready to be picked.
More and more lately, I’ve been thinking that we’ll need to move back to New England when we have kids so they can experience real autumn. (Can you tell the change in seasons makes me a tiny bit homesick?) Perhaps we only need to move to Wexford!
Even a sweet sign to send us on our way! See you all tomorrow!
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Such smooth rocks along the shore! Did you collect any?
I only collected one – the best one 🙂 My mother-in-law, on the other hand, collected LOTS of shells. She was more willing to lug them the 2 miles home!!
I’d be tempted to collect a whole bucketful of them!
I had to come say hi. I saw your comment on Design Mom and loved your firefly memory. It seriously made my day.
That is so sweet! Thank you for stopping by! Made my day! 🙂
I can’t wait until the next time…great week-end