THE WEEKEND

Early on Friday morning we packed suitcases, the kids and Molly into the car and headed off for a 3 hour drive to the north western coast of Ireland, Sligo. The homeland of The Husband.



We stayed in the house his grandfather built.



We ate out for the whole weekend much to the delight of the kids and went to visit the grave of William Butler Yeats under shadow of the Ben Bulben Mountain.



Afterwards we went to visit the grave of his grandparents. Both his grandfather and his grandmother have the exact same names as The Husband and I and the kids thought this eerie to see it written before them on the headstone.

Rachel was quiet due to the fact that there was nothing to plug into and she's not so used to the real world these days. The kids sang songs and recited poetry and read books because there are only two Irish TV stations and the receptions not good while I went searching down in the basement to find the large block of ice I was sure the house was built on.



When we told the kids it was time to leave they all smiled, clapped and ran very fast towards the car.