As we now contend with the reality that our adventure is near over, I have to confess to sentimental pangs. A few of our recent gatherings have given me that pensive sting - the Ferrybank Athletics Christmas party reminded me what an oasis the club was for much of the year, having grown fond of my fellow coaches, and the crop of young athletes I worked with.
I'm a bit attached to the local penchant for switching road signs to confuse the unwary visitor - you may notice a library in the background of the photo of Seamus. Check where the sign points...

We had lovely Irish hospitality at the Murphy's house near the tiny town of Dunhill. Sally and Con and their children have been a consistently sunny part of the landscape this year, being some of the athletics stalwarts who have brightened our year.
Christmas day involved gatherings with Claire and Riche, from next door at Bob's Lodge, and of course one final family get together with the pillars of our Irish experience, Jane and CiarĂ¡n Bailey, and their three children. It has been great to have somewhere we feel at home despite the trials that have characterised 2008.

Even the narrow country lanes, which at first were an edge of the seat driving experience, now feel like a home away from home, and have left an indelible impression of Irish life.

The thatched rooves and pretty little fishing harbour of Dunmore East...

The big thing that I'll miss about the country is the feeling of history and culture, especially the music culture that lives in the pubs. We don't have anything to match it at home {but we do have pokies...}
In a way I am relieved to be having mixed feelings about heading home - to get to this point and be simply burning to get out would be too disappointing to record.
{So well done EIRE!}