Driving in the dead of night is not one of my favourite things to do and less so when I'm not the one driving.
3 hours later we arrive at our destination; Derroon, Ballymote, Co. Sligo, ROI.
The night ferry crossing was a little rough and Luke didn't take kindly to that, the poor thing was sea sick, 'next time we're flying' he says to his Grandad as we pull up in front of the bungalow.
Usually the first thing to hit you is the smell of peat being burnt in the hearth, but this time there's no hearth burning.
We unload the car, pour a drink and sit ourselves down;
'Cheers, to Uncle Anthony', then it's off to bed, it's been a very long day.
8:30am Saturday - the sounds of the cows lowing wakes you.
|...wake up call...|
|... you don't get this in Stockport...|
The Picnic basket is the first port of call for breakfast, Mary serves up a Full Irish complete with soda bread and white pudding, it's delicious and sets you up for the day.
From there we wander up and down Ballymote high street, having a nosey in the toy and furniture shops and stocking up on newspapers and activity books. Well when there's no TV or internet you have to entertain yourself somehow.
We stop off at Carrownanty Cemetery. I couldn't make it to Uncle Anthony's funeral in March so it seems only right for me to pay my respects now.
It's hard at first, the hearth is cold, no peat burning in the fire, he's not sat in his chair by the hearth, there's no smiling face or cheeky school boy giggle.
'Eeeewww, I've got cow poo on my hand' - one of my sister's shouted as we tried to take a photo in the barn, this is back in 1997 when we all visited together. There was no chance after that, we were all doubled over laughing.
Sunday morning, we're up, breakfasted and ready to go. The weather is a little wet (nothing to be shocked about, we are in Ireland after all), but we're not going to let that dampen our fun...no pun intended.
'We'll drive over to Strand Hill, if it's bad over there we can just come back'.
Thankfully the weather is much calmer over at Strand Hill.
Popular with surfers. They come from all over for the best waves in Ireland.
|'I'm king of the world'.|
Me? I'm much happier to have a gentle walk through the long grass watching Luke run up and down the dunes. I'll leave the surfing to the professionals.
Then it's back in the car and a drive over to Glencar Waterfall.
Such a contrast from the wide open space of the beach. The lush greenery of the rolling hills and lush green fields around the falls.
You can see why they call it The Emerald Isle.
All this fresh air is giving us a rather large appetite.
We drive back to Strand Hill for a lovely Sunday lunch at The Venue. An absolutely gorgeous pub with beautiful views of the beach, and the food is amazing, Luke can vouch for that...
Suitably stuffed it's time to head home...for another game of Monopoly...which Luke wins...again.
Monday morning, no alarm clocks going off, I can't tell you how nice that felt. We're off out shopping today to buy in baking utensils for this afternoon's scones bake.
I was lucky enough to be left this beautiful tea set, so thought I'd bake something to show it off.
Scones aren't exactly Irish but I thought afternoon tea was a nice idea.
Plain Scones - adapted from a recipe for Lavendar scones I nabbed from Pinterest...there's that word again.
2 cups of plain flour
4 tsps baking powder
1 tsp salt
1/3 cup sugar
6 tbsps butter, cubed
3/4 cup milk
Preheat the oven to gas mark 5 and line a baking sheet with parchment.
Mix the flour, baking powder, salt & sugar.
In a separate bowl beat together one egg and the milk. Stir into the flour mixture until a sticky dough is formed. Handling it too much will turn the dough into a sticky mess...as I found out. Add more flour if this happens to you.
Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and pat the dough out until it is about 3/4 inch thick. Use a biscuit cutter to cut out 3" rounds. I know the flower edges are a little old fashioned but I love that side of the cutter.
Beat the remaining egg and wash the tops.
Bake for about 15 minutes or until scones have browned on top.
Serve! With lashings of jam and cream, a good cup of tea and a cheeky glass of pink champagne...
It was a much better ferry crossing on the Wednesday afternoon...even Luke thought so. Our next trip can't come soon enough!