Countries, Ireland

Halloween through the years… and a Derry scare

And for the day that’s in it we’re conjuring up the spirits of the past and celebrating Halloween through the years… and a Derry scare.

When Halloween first exploded in this island of Britain to the frightfest it is now is moot but I probably gave it serious attention around the titular movie.

When big reveal my take away from an underage teen cinema goer was Jamie Lee Curtis’s big reveal.

Every witch way you can: Our little monsters

Back in the Seventies in scary suburban Glasgow in the north of this island nobody came to our doors guising.

And the only nod to All Souls’ Eve was for some reason dunking for apples out of a bowl of water.

It’s been our fortune/misfortune since to meet the day head on as parents when we moved to the home of Halloween, Ireland.

And our little horrors embraced the ghoulish garments and dress-ups.

Daddy’s Little Ghoul

Child’s play: Laurie childhood days

Nor has it left them as they’ve become big monsters with Daddy’s Little Ghoul across in Derry to haunt the locals.

As if the good citizens of that country haven’t suffered enough.

Modern Derry has dragged itself up through the days of the Troubles launching its Derry Halloween Festival in 1986.

With visitors now more likely to seek out the Derry Girls mural for a selfie, take in the culinary, cultural and musical heritage.

Head north and to Co. Donegal for the dunes, beaches and West Atlantic Way trekking.

Samhain got me started

Street life: Screaming with laughter in Derry

Now for those who didn’t have the advantage of being brought up in an Irish household and had never heard of Samhain, then it is actually the pagan festival.

From which Halloween emerged and transported to America which they then repackaged and sent back to us.

There has though been a media blitz of Samhain on British screens with Tourism Ireland promoting Ireland as the Home of Halloween in TV adverts.

Brewing up some frights

All white on the night: And spooky visitors

And celebrity chef Donal Skehan flagging up the Walled City to This Morning audiences.

Donal travels along the ‘Awakening the Walled City Trail’, bringing to life the rich folklore, history, and heritage of the city’s Halloween celebrations.

The segment includes spooky stories with Charlene McCrossan from McCrossan Walking Tours.

An interview with Jacqueline Whoriskey, the Festival and Events Manager with Derry City and Strabane District Council.

And a special appearance from the city’s very own Winifred the Witch!

Me and my ghoul: With my Scary One

Of course Ireland boasts a frighteningly good ghostie and banshee background with festivals like Macnas, Púca, Bram Stoker and more.

Alice Mansergh, Chief Executive of Tourism Ireland, said: Tourism Ireland was delighted to work with Donal Skehan, bringing the magic of Derry Halloween to hundreds of thousands of GB viewers on ITV’s This Morning.

“Halloween is one of the world’s favourite festivals but not everyone knows that it originated on these shores around 2,000 years ago.”

So that’s Halloween through the years… and a Derry scare. 

And we fear for those who come across Daddy’s Little Ghoul among the tens of thousands in the grand old city.

EasyJet flies from British airports to Derry with a sample return flight from £64.98.

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Ireland’s Best in show

You could hear the Crufts dogs from the Earl’s Court tube station before you saw them, so I’ll know what to expect at Ireland’s Best in show.

Every boy pesters his dad for a puppy which he can call his best friend.

But a dalliance with the Shovlins’ Welsh corgi on holiday in Portnoo, Co. Donegal, was the closest I got to a pet.

Up and at ‘em: Dogs love the Expo

Furry friends have come and gone since I set up home with ‘my own little pussycat’ 34 years ago.

The big time: And an Expo heavyweight

Mostly neighbours’ moggies as few could compare with our ‘first-born’ Celtic.

With my little cubs taking to one particular ball of fur, Mr Bojangles, growing up in Ireland.

Expo Factor

Grey day: My ‘own little pussycat’ with her Mum’s kitty Meeshka

Whether long, short-haired, bald, bold or timid every animal deserves to be petted.

And the message at Ireland’s Pet Expo, sponsored by Agria Petinsure, on October 19 and 20, at the National Show Centre, Swords, is to rescue an animal.

And point to the 2,800 dogs dreaming of a new home in rescue centres in Ireland.

With Pet Expo offering a Rescue Dog of the Year Competition.

Poochie coochie coo

Dan’s the man: With Handsome Dan in Yale, New Haven, Connecticut

Of course, every pet expo has at its showcase a Best in Show category which Swords bills as its Pet Expo’s Perfect Pooch category.

Now there is no one breed better than another and you cam celebrate the rich variety of our four-legged friends.

At the Dog Breed Village with over 50 breeds on display.

Now we all love our lap dogs (and you can count human husbands among that number) and cats.

And among the titbits Pet Expo shares about our animals is that cats (and that’ll include sleepover Rufus) is that they’re actually purring because they’re hungry.

The Great Outdoors

Great outdoors: Not just cats and dogs

But we also like to get outdoors with them in their natural environment.

And Pet Expo is celebrating our outdoors animals and a photoshoot with Ace the Unicorn pony.

And alpacas and their experts on show.

This being Ireland there are also obviously sheepdog demonstrations.

Now as it should be kids and animals go free at Pet Expo.

While a value €18 for grown-ups with discounts for students and OAPs is worth shouting about.

Now every pet owner rightfully thinks theirs is unparalleled.

But we can all agree that Ireland’s Best in show is next week at the National Show Centre, Swords, north of Dublin.

 

 

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Ship-shape but how to prolong your Belfast stay?

And they’ve left, the 125 cruise passengers on an extended 40-day stay in Northern Ireland… ship-shape but how to prolong your Belfast stay?

The windows of the world have been on the passengers on the Villa Vie Odyssey these past two months

As they enjoyed an unscheduled stay on the Foyle.

Or a marketing tool for our friends at Visit Belfast as the perfect PR gift.

Room with a view: The Villa Vie bedrooms

To show the rest of us (and Belfastophiles like ourselves are already converts) how to spend 40 days here.

There was more than enough in our hosts’ presentation on their visit to the sumptuous The Dome in George Street, Edinburgh.

To keep us entertained for a couple of months.

Clear blue waters: The big ship

As it goes I’m just back from Belfast where I’d made my way to the docks.

Where a ship even more renowned than the Villa Vie Odyssey is celebrated.

You know the cruise ship which sails around the world over 1301 days and 425 destinations. 

Quarter Masters

Shimmering: The Titanic Quarter

The Titanic Quarter has transformed the Belfast tourist landscape.

With 3.6 million taking it in annually and 20,000 living, working, visiting and staying daily.

Standing at the boards on the slipway where Titanic was built it is truly an assault on the senses.

For all its scale we are reminded that the Villa Vie Odyssey and today’s cruise ships would dwarf the Titanic.

But in its appeal none will ever match the Titanic.

Which is why, of course, Belfast’s house guests became familiar visitors with the Titanic Quarter over their 40 days in town.

Now, while the Quarter is on the Villa Vie shipmates’ doorstep the rest of us access it along the Maritime Mile from the city.

Follow the Seahorse

Shipmaster: In the Titanic Hotel

The first thing that strikes visitors to Belfast city is its intimacy and that you double back on yourself.

We remember inside knowledge from past visits to use the Grand Central Hotel’s Seahorse on the side of the building as our compass.

It keeps even this accidental tourist straight and confident to explore further.

To the Cathedral Quarter, the Ulster Museum  with its Game of Thrones tapestry when we visited.

The weavers at the Ulster Folk Museum and the Sandy Row we associate with Van Morrison.

For those who want to delve further into the city’s history and more recent the Glider bus is an easy way of getting around the city.

Black Taxi tips

Taxi for Billy? The Black Taxi Tour

The Belfast black taxis, of course, differ from those that proliferate in London.

The native and knowledgeable Belfastian drivers with their famous gallows wit take tourists around both sides of the divide.

From the 28 years of The Troubles.

And visit the imposing statue of Edward Carson, the defender of Ulster, at the expansive seat of government at Stormont.

A day in the life of a Belfastian

Put your hat on it: Van Morrison at the Europa

Today, Belfastians go about their lives unhurried and untroubled.

Starting their day with a ‘wee’ (huge) Ulster Fry breakfast.

And while it’s not obligatory to stop for lunch at the Italianate architecture Crown Liquor Saloon with the best Guinness in Belfast.

It is recommended to tarry a while in one of its booth snugs and get late back from lunch.

And maybe grab a cocktail at the Europa Hotel opposite on your way home from work and if you’re lucky enough and Van is doing one of his jazz cabaret acts then take that in.

Belfast, in truth, throbs to the sounds of traditional music, it is slated to hold the Fleadh next year.

Samhain folk

Crowning glory: Game of Thrones and Belfast

It was, of course, at the vanguard of many other genres over the years from its punk days to today’s multi-cultural sounds.

The city is readying itself now for the Irish festival Samhain, which the rest of the world sabotaged and calls Halloween.

It is safe to say that should you be lucky enough to be delayed for 40 days in Belfast then you will never run out of things to do.

And the locals will make you more than welcome.

So there will be no need to ask: Ship-shape but how to prolong your Belfast stay?

 

 

 

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Stena’s Holyhead family hub is a racing cert

It wasn’t always like this, for Fiftysomethings it was toy cars on the deck, but for today’s kids Stena’s Holyhead family hub is a racing cert.

It is safe to say that Seventies chidren, or maybe just this lad, got to know the deck of the ferry pretty well.

On those schoolday Easter trips from Stranraer to Larne with my Dear Old Mum, on our way to her Co. Donegal homestead.

And always on my eyes ducking passengers’ feet.

The Irish Sea diaspora

The right buttons to press: A road test

For those of the Irish Sea diaspora, and with air prices sky high, the car ferry was always the vessel of choice.

With the good people of Donegal and the north of Ireland always decamping to Scotland on account of its proximity.

And those from Dublin and the south relocating to England through the port of Holyhead on Anglesey.

Sail on: With Stena

The ferries became a window into the world of the Irish Diaspora on the move.

Men exchanging the craic in a swirl of smoke and booze in the bar.

And the women trying to keep their kids under control as their kids whizzed their newly procured toy cars through’ folks’ legs.

Bells and whistles

A world of possibilities: The hub

Times have, of course, changed.

And no tech-savvy kid would put up with a toy car for entertainment on a ferry.

And Stena has too with its bells and whistles family hub to keep Mum, Dad and Junior happy… and outta the way.

With an interactive wall, digital floor projections and a cutting-edge gaming corner, Stena Line.

And there’s space too on the top-of-the-range Estrid which I’ve road tested and so has their team of kid testers.

Estrid’s family hub boast a seating capacity for 115.

And Stena offers a 2.2 family and car return from Dublin to Holyhead on board the top-of-the-range Estrid from £353

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The Banshees of Irish-own

With apologies to Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson but every Irish family has one, they’re the Banshees of Irish-own.

My Dear Old Mum’s family, the McNulty/McGlincheys were the pre-eminent clan of their townland Brockagh of their time, the early 20th century.

And so when matters of import for the dynasty occurred the community heard about it.

And when one of the 15 (yes, f-i-f-t-e-e-n) children fell in The Great War the banshee was the first to alert the McNulty Matriarch.

Even before the Man from the War Office arrived with the commemorative pot and the document confirming one of her sons had died in Flanders.

The spirit of Ireland

He’s behind you: Ghostly happenings

Their spirit still blows through the Co. Donegal hamlet.

And you might feel their presence all the more at this time of year as the ghosties gather for Halloween.

Which is, as we all know, is a Celtic feast the Irish exported to the New World and which we imported back from Hallmark.

Now, we’re contractually obliged to say that other banshees are available.

Farrell’s phantom

Ghoul force: Gleeson and Farrell

And if you want to follow in the phantom steps of the Banshees of Inisherin from the film.

Then the good people of Achill in Co. Mayo in the west of Ireland are happy to oblige with the Banshees of Inisherin trail.

Spooky: Keem Bay on the Inisherin Trail

Now our old pals at Tourism Ireland have access to everyone and anyone to help promote their island.

And here are some of the banshees they recommend you seek out when you visit.

The scary mother-in-law

Duckett, she’s back: Spectre in the air

The Banshee of Duckett’s Grove, Co. Carlow: And, of course, what would Halloween be without a mother-in-law?

Not strictly a mother-in-law here… more the vengeful ma of the plaything of the lord of the manor who died under a horse.

Ma has had the last word though returning to haunt William Duckett ever since.

Clare-raising tales

Castle bawls: Bunratty

The Bunratty Banshee, Co. Clare: Bunratty has seen it all in the 770 years that a castle has stood in these grounds.

Our favourite tale surrounds a guest of the O’Brien clan who awoke in the night to the sound of a woman wailing.

Out of her window, a pale, red-headed girl floating outside.

The next day, a member of the O’Brien family was found dead.

Not, of course, to put you off visiting the Castle and Folk Park… although maybe not look out of the window.

O’Neill in the coffin

Ruin of you: Shane’s Castle

The Banshees of Shane’s Castle, Co. Antrim: Now those who know their history will know of the Flight of the Earls, well this is the Flight of the Ghouls.

In the early 1800s, Earl O’Neill’s Lough Neagh house party ended in tragedy when he requisitioned the room set aside for the banshee.

Only for her to set it on fire in anger with guests noticing her floating above the flames.

All of which spooky spectres will make you want to keep your wits about you when you visit.

Because the Banshees of Irish-own are always hovering.

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A wee daughter of Donegal picking up the birthday bill

There’s a banquet today at the Lord’s table with a wee daughter of Donegal picking up the birthday bill.

And woe betide anyone, God included, who gets in her way.

Of course, for Donegal, read Dublin, Glasgow or Galway, Newtowmountkennedy or New York.

Or anywhere my Dear Old Mum, who will be surely celebrating her 96th birthday today in heaven, wined and dined us.

Handbags at Dawn

In any language: Over who pays

Anyone who has spent any time with the Irish of that golden generation will recognise the women who pay the bill.

Or seen the advert on Irish television where two women discuss who will fork up for the fare.

Ending, of course, in them battering each other over the head with handbags.

It has been my great fortune to have been able to break bread with the force of nature that was Teasy for nearly six decades.

And never once did she let me, or anyone else, pay.

Teasy’s table

Prize gal: At the National Piping Centre in Glasgow

Not on any of the big occasions, my 50th birthday, at the Hydro in Peebles in the Scottish Borders.

Nor any of the times when we were living in Co. Wicklow and would meet relatives in the Grand Hotel, Malahide, north of Dublin… 

Nor in her homestead of Donegal in the north-west of Ireland.

Cocktail hour: With Mum in Co. Wicklow

And we had one of our many mini-fall-outs when we attended my NYFD cousin’s wedding in New York.

And she forced money into my hand to pay for everyone and then apologised to said cousin when they paid our way.

Our shout

On a pedestal: Me and Mum at the Chooky Welly statue

While on the one occasion I was able to treat her, in her adopted city of Glasgow, she couldn’t help herself either.

And when the good people of the Glasgow Tourist board asked for the bill at the end of our meals, her purse would come out.

A lot of head scratching followed before the next lunch or meal and the same scenario played out again… and as for the cost of the hotel.

Teasy’s wide-eyed appetite for life could only be seen to be believed and she wondered in awe that anybody would pay my way to write about their wares.

Of course, Teasy, had the final word at our last supper before we returned her to the Donegal sod  last week.

A wee daughter of Donegal picking up the birthday bill still.

 

 

 

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Tayto surrender or you’ll fry

Everything is political in Northern Ireland, right down to the humble potato chip, or crisp, which is what is behind the clarion cry Tayto surrender or you’ll fry.

Not, of course, wanting to upset any Apprentice Boy.

And Orange Walk flautist or big bass drummer here you understand.

By putting an irreverent spin on one of their loyalist anthems which celebrates their community’s defiance against catholicism.

When back in 1688 13 Apprentice Boys locked the gates of the walled city of Derry.

And protestant stronghold from the advancing Jacobite force.

And held out for seven months with the loss of 4,000 people to starvation or injury.

Marching on your stomachs

Pretty grim then but a source of great pride to the protestant community.

They celebrate the resistance annually in Derry on 28 August with a big colourful Orange march.

When they oft-repeat the cri de couer of those lads ‘No Surrender.’

So what then has that to do with the humble crisp?

Well, the potato has long been more than just an odd-shapes dirty vegetable on the island of Ireland.

As it provided sustenance to the indigenous people of the island, the catholics.

Poster boy: Politics in the south

When they were forced on to the poorer land by the invader Oliver Cromwell.

All of which had calamitous consequences when potato blight ripped through the country in the 1840s and early 50s.

With The Great Famine causing the death of a million people and the flight of another million.

The Crisp Schism

The importance of the potato in the Irish diet persists to this day.

In Irish stew and the Ulster favourite Champ.

And the potato chip, or crisp, with the Irish even claiming to have invented the Cheese & Onion variety.

Of course, this being Ireland, there just had to be a schism.

And that led to there being two different Taytos on the island.

The first of which, the Southern version, was set up by Joe ‘Spud’ Murphy, 70 years ago this year.

Castle made: The Northern Tayto base

While two years later he gave permission to the Thomas Hutchinson family for the creation of Tayto (Northern Ireland).

Now the million dollar question, or actually million euro in the south and million pound in the north is what’s the difference.

Well, the southern original is sold in red, white and blue packets.

And the northern version in yellow and red.

And is oft called Free Staytos by the northerners, in reference to the old name of the Republic, the Irish Free State.

While the southerners refer to the northern version as Protestant Taytos.

Oasis v Boris Johnson

Crisp roll with it: Liam’s favourite

Now it all depends on who you ask and Liam Gallagher stands in the Southern camp.

Pitted against Rory McIlroy, Liam Neeson, Snow Patrol and, er, Boris Johnson.

So which is better?

And a packet of Northern Taytos: Boris Johnson

Well, it is suggested that the northern Taytos flavour may be toned down but then that is a southern view.

As well as, of course, comparing for yourself and you can buy both in my Dear Old Mum’s homestead of Co. Donegal.

Variations on a theme

Going viral: TayTayto

Then you can pay homage to your favourite Tayto in Ashbourne, Co. Meath.

And since 2010 it boasts its own theme park, now called Emerald Park.

With Ireland’s only wooden rollercoaster, in tribute to the legendary Cú Chulainn Coaster.

As well as an exotic zoo and a Native American village, and why not?

While northerners can visit their Mr Tayto’s home at his Tandragee Castle, Co. Armagh, though no theme park here.

Both the Mr Taytos wear boater hats and red jackets.

Although the Southern Tayto dons a black boater and yellow trousers.

Battle of the Bulge: Our pal

And the Nordie a red and white hat and red troos.

Of course, this being the island of Ireland they say there is always an Irish solution to an Irish problem.

And while Donegal is on to something by offering, in places, both versions.

Ireland’s Call

Bestlife: Westlife and Tayto

So let’s hear less of the divisive language and the Tayto surrender or you’ll fry.

And let’s follow the lead of one of Derry’s favourite son Phil Coulter, he of The Town I Loved So Well.

With a cry of unity and respect for each other’s tradition and like on the rugby field answer Ireland’s Call.

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The epic Titanic in Belfast

It must be an Irish thing, a word that means the opposite of itself, like grand and tragic, the unique, epic Titanic in Belfast.

The workmen in the yellow-vis jackets are clanking on the gantries on the Queens Dock the day I visit.

Close your eyes and for all intents and purposes you could be back in the Belfast of 1911, only it was a bit noisier then.

Ship-shape: The Titanic

And these workers are putting up offices. 

Belfast’s Titanic story was, in truth, not inside but here on the docks.

Yard that built the Titanic

Crane gang: Harland & Wolff

No passenger ever got on the Titanic in Belfast (they maybe knew better).

With Southampton the departure point for New York.

But 100,000, half the population of the city today, attended to see the ship slip into the water on its completion in 1911.

And that number and more have been coming to the Titanic Quarter, which includes a hotel, a film studios and distillery.

Since 2012 when it opened on the centenary of the pride of the White Star sinking off Canada with the loss of 1,517 lives.

Get into Titanic character

No quarter given: Outside the museum

Time, cash, and a far more important appointment with an old pal precludes me.

From taking the hour and a half tour.

Which, to be fair, is award-winning, with visitors (£25pp online) invited.

To adopt the character of real-life passengers on board.

Ferry good: Stena

Fun for all the family then, as long as that family is not the Sunaks.

And who can forget his ill-timed visit during the election.

When his keystone policy was ‘to stop the boats’?

Hello and Welcome

Crowning moment: Glass of Thrones

The sheer scale of the Titanic is perhaps best mapped out.

By the metal posts that map out its size all the distance of the quay.

While the display boards and indexes explain who went where and who survived… First Class mainly.

And the history of Belfast as a shipbuilding and maritime hub and latter-day Game of Thrones centre.

The H and W of the yellow Harland and Woolf cranes, locally named Samson and Goliath, are an iconic reminder.

Of that yard’s place in the Belfast story.

Stenas all round: With Michael

Celebrated too by air pilots as passengers fly into Belfast.

And they announce that the H and W means Hello and Welcome.

The sight too of a Stena ship tells us that as absorbing as the epic Titanic in Belfast is this is an operational dock.

And that Michael, who helps promote my go-to ferry from Ireland to Scotland, is waiting for me in the Titanic Hotel bar.

Although at £259 per night my largesse only stretched to coffees!!!

MEET YOU ON THE SEAS

 

 

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Wild Atlantic is the Way to go in Portnoo who Noo?

It was the playground of my youth and now an international walkway. The Wild Atlantic is the Way to go in Portnoo who Noo?

Portnoo in south Donegal in north-west of Ireland is famed for its Blue Flag beach and is stop 10 on your Way.

It was something, of course, we lapped up, city dwellers from a grey post-industrial city in Glasgow.

To have 2km of beach stretched out before us just outside our boarding house.

And with rocky pools to explore for a child with an overactive imagination.

And a new friend, and a girl at that, my parents could relax, knowing I was safe, happy and getting exercise.

While they got some adult time with Helen’s parents, Paddy and Sheila.

Who would come to this bolthole from The Troubles from their home in Belfast.

A Donegal Fáilte

The hills of Donegal: On your Atlantic Way

And so a lifetime friendship was forged for my parents.

Which is often the way that we form those bonds through parents of our children.

We have, of course, been back time and time again.

And when I took the plunge and introduced my English rose of a wife to Ireland it was to Portnoo that we came to stay.

Although alas not Shovlin’s Guest House which had long since passed taking visitors and become a private house.

Kee’s to the door: Kee’s hotel, Stranorlar

Instead we took a cottage which gave me that authentic peat-burning experience.

I remembered from trips to my grandparents in nearby Brockagh, my mum’s homestead.

But alas it is another pleasure denied us now but which we got the most out of in our 13 years in Greystones, Co. Wicklow.

An island of adventures

Atlantic crossing: A smaller island to explore

Today as we return her to the Donegal sod on our final journey together we relive old memories on Portnoo beach.

And look out to Iniskhkeel, an island you can walk out to at low tide.

And which holds monastery ruins, again just what an adventurous kid in the middle of his Enid Blyton Secret Seven phase, can absorb.

Trek the 2km walk along the beach and you will arrive at the charming village of Narin.

And don’t be surprised if you bump into parties of international trekkers.

As the Wild Atlantic is the Way to go in Portnoo… who Noo?

Dip your toe in

By the light of the silvery dune: Portnoo

Local kids and big kids still flock to Narin jetty to jump in the North Atlantic Ocean, though not for this landlubber.

For more grown-up pastimes the Portnoo golf club draws back international visitors.

It is a course I have not played since childhood and never will such is the state of my game.

So I guess I won’t find out if they still have the electrical surround around some greens to put off wandering cows.

The best Mum bar none

Dog days: With Dad and Dinky the dog

We are off on our wanders too and we will take in Mum’s childhood home, McNulty’s Bar in Brockagh, now The Ramblers.

And be welcomed with open arms by today’s hosts, Con, and a tray of teas, bran and sandwiches.

The suitcases are assembled in the foyer of our hotel, another family go-to, Kee’s of Stranorlar.

To be transported to a next stop.

For me, it’s an EasyJet flight back from Belfast to Edinburgh and North Berwick and cold reality.

While walkers continue their trek down from the Inishowen Peninsula to Kinsale in Co.Cork, all 2,600s down the west of Ireland.

For Mum, though, this is where she leaves us.

MEET YOU ON THE ROAD

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She ain’t heavy she’s my mother

So on we go, her welfare is of my concern.
No burden is she to bear, we’ll get there… but then she ain’t heavy she’s my mother.

Ours is a well-trodden path, Mum and I, and we have been lifelong travelling companions.

But today we set out on our last journey, to Teasy’s homestead of Brockagh, Co. Donegal, in the north-west of Ireland.

Precious cargo: On board

Our drive to the airport, this time from North Berwick to Edinburgh, is quieter than usual.

Although I can hear in my mind’s ear her still trying to distract me by pointing out every landmark along the way.

The Adventures of Teasy and her baby

Bandanafan: With Sadie and Teasy

I smile too at the memory of her reaching into the glove compartment on another occasion, for a travel sweet.

And pulling out a joke plastic turd which the kids had left, and almost jumping out of her seat.

We have been travelling this road all my life, either as a family.

Or on those privileged Easter trips, when being the youngest and unencumbered by schoolwork, it was just the two of us.

Sorry for your Troubles

Family time: Ed, Sadie Laurie and dynamic duo

It was always an adventure.

And not without an element of danger.

Such as when we got lost in Belfast in the height of The Troubles.

And Teasy stopped to ask for directions, even inviting the randomer into the car to show us the way.

You can take the girl out of Donegal, and for 70 years my Dear Old Dad did, but you can’t take Donegal out of the girl.

Or when we found ourselves on the Scottish Isle of Arran rather than Ireland because of a communications breakdown at the ferry port.

In the driving seat

Lady McNulty: Of Brockagh

Today I am in charge as I was over the 13 years I spent in Greystones, Co. Wicklow, near Dublin.

And I would drive her up to (or down to as she would insist despite it being north) Donegal on her annual pilgrimage.

Although, of course, I never was truly in charge, and it was double trouble when her sister Ronnie came with us.

And Teasy started giving out exhorting Ronnie to get me to stop.

Because she thought I had taken a wrong turn and was ‘now in Bandit Country.’

The parting glass

Sláinte: Cocktail hour for Teasy

She is still, of course, causing mischief and it is no surprise to see my backpack siphoned off for checking at Edinburgh Airport.

Or that the security staff highlight that this is no ordinary passenger… ‘she’s very bright’ he opines.

‘That’ll be all the alcohol in her’, I reason.

It could, of course, have been worse, and I half expected to be asked to divide her into 100 little plastic bags and go through again.

The Pearly Gates

Hello Darlin’ Dad’s waiting

But we are on our way, after 70 years Teasy is going home for good.

It’ll be an adventure and already our gate for our EasyJet flight has changed twice in the last ten minutes.

You hope they haven’t got any old airport staff reemployed at the Pearly Gates.

Not my worry yet, I have to get a Daughter of Donegal home, safe and sound.

But be sure that I’ll eek every minute out of our last journey together.

Because the load doesn’t weigh me down at all. She ain’t heavy, she’s my mother.