Ireland was where I told myself I was finally going to vlog. Something I have been promising to do since the beginning of time and have thus far failed.
Luckily for me my wonderfully talented younger-counterpart (who is much more skilled at YouTube than I will ever be) has made a video herself.
So in true sisterly spirit I’ve only gone and stolen it.
We spent such a wonderful weekend getting reacquainted with the land of my family and all the generations before me, somewhere that is full of connection and emotion (both good and bad).
It’s also incredibly full of sheep, alcohol and strange crisps. But less about that.
Plus we managed to avoid rain for a full 72 hours which I think in Ireland must be a new record.
If they can keep that up I’ll be booking a return flight pretty soon.