The farm became her life and she slept for the next twenty years in a big brass bed in the barn…
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!
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