I am overwhelmed, awed and humbled by the beauty of Western Ireland. And by the kindness, generosity and love by all who led us on this journey. From Senan’s welcoming smile at the airport to Geraldine’s care for us at The Yeats Lodge.

The photo I have attached was taken from the Cairn of Maeve. As we ascended, David was there to encourage and assist and when we reached the top, we heard his lovely tin whistle like a shepherd calling his sheep home. The view from the top was its own reward.

So many other lovely moments, seeing the holy well and realizing how difficult it was to share the faith in those days made me appreciate my Catholic faith even more. Reciting the poem “The Stolen Child” at the waterfall where Yeats stood. David’s poignant harp playing, Laura’s cheery dances. Having tea with Kathleen and seeing her lovely sweater creations.

I could go on and on. But, you must experience this for your selves and see what moves you. I promise your soul will be inspired.

Pauline And Mark H.

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