Getting Away From It All

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I have to start by saying I am very lucky. I have a wonderful child (more on him later!), an adoring and adorable husband and friends all over the world. In December last year, I was lucky enough to jump on a Ryanair flight — toddler and luggage in tow — and finally, finally visit Ireland.

I often describe Ireland thus: If Europe is my home then Ireland is the cozy den where a fire burns, my favourite music is playing softly in the background, and a good book awaits. While the December trip was amazing, and Ireland was everything I’d imagined, it was also problematic for various reasons. Getting up at 4am to catch our incoming and outgoing flights does not a happy toddler make.