Morning light floods the kitchen.
The sky opens early revealing a mist over the valley.
It’s been very dry here in the west of Ireland, so morning mist adds a little dew to the plants and is very welcome.
As I write, I compare this ten year journey to that of my great grandmother, Mary Ann, who felt compelled to leave the comforts of a small town and re-invent her life, on a small farm, in the countryside around Omagh.
This swallowed up her entire life savings!
Not alone that, women did not do anything as bold and individual as buying property, on their own, at an auction!
Her story is simply enchanting and I promised my father to write it…and I will!
The first four chapters are posted on this website and I would be happy to receive any comments you may care to leave…
It does my heart good to see that what I write is appreciated :) and maintaining a spirit of generosity in photographing and posting regularly is helped by appreciation, so please take the few seconds to like.