• Sheila Rose

Day Fourteen #lorenzo

Updated: Oct 4, 2019

Fourteen days ago we arrived in Ireland, we immigrated - which in my case might sound weird because I was born in Ireland, but having spend most of my adult life in the UK, for me this is a massive change. I'm not really into borders/flags or nationalism I think pride in where you live is great, but never at the expense of alienating those who chose to live there with you, so for me I never really think of nationality or homeland - frankly wherever I'm living is home and I endeavor to contribute to the environment and community around me, embrace all it has to offer.

The actual moving day from Milton Keynes was a tad stressful, but once we eventually got on the road the convoy to Fishguard - Russ driving the removal van & me driving the car with 4 furrymen in tow was largely OK, a hot day we took plenty of stops to ensure the boys had a break, in fairness they were really good.

We eventually arrived at Fishguard Port just before 10pm 247 mi (397 km) of our journey complete - our sailing was 11.45pm, time to stretch the legs & reflect, while taking in the calm sea illuminated in moonlight. Strange to be saying goodbye to the UK after so many years, so many memories & leaving so many friends!

Boarding complete, the boys stayed in the car while Russ & I had a long awaited cuppa, food & doze, on probably the calmest ferry crossing ever - ahead of schedule into Rosslare just after 4am, Good Morning Ireland & leg 2 car journey 300+km to our new home.

Long story short - we reached our new home town Castlerea Co Roscommon - before our bankers managed to transfer monies to our solicitors, amazing that you can travel nearly 700 km through day & night between countries and all your bank needs to do is exchange currency & push a few buttons yet you still arrive before the money :-( luckily it was a lovely day, but we still waited until 4pm to get the keys of our new home.

That first night was mattress on floor sleeping, both knackered the bare essentials came out of the removal van, but the next day we managed to unload and the house began to look a bit more like our home, the log burner was & is a big hit with Manuel.

Jeeze we are living in a bungalow - handy after a long run I guess.

So, two weeks in sat by a log burner on a wild night #lorenzo - my impressions of West Ireland & what I would like to share with you:

Firstly, the people are lovely - friendly, welcoming and a sense of community combined with a great sense of humor.

So far, it doesn't always rain in Ireland!

The paperwork & processes involved in immigrating here are a little tedious but the people you deal with throughout the process are efficient, helpful and willing to spend time ensuring you have the correct information.

The internet works - even in the sticks.

Its bloody dark at night time (no more Walking Dead for me).

Its an amazingly scenic island, of which I have not even scratched the surface.

There is a definite obsession with fairies

( The fairies are believed to be the Tuatha de Danann, one of the first tribes to arrive in Ireland, they were a magical and secretive people.)

The pace of life is for sure slower, but not lacking efficiency or effort - just perhaps a different set of priorities.

The air is clean as are the parks & countryside in general.

In all honesty it still feels a little like being on holiday, there is so much to explore - but if life feels like one long holiday - we must be doing something right.

My friends a little taste of Ireland for you below & céad míle fáilte ( ‘a hundred thousand welcomes’ ) awaits you in Co Roscommon if you care to visit.

Lots of love & respect as always xx

#neveraverage #ireland



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