First Trip to Ireland
There’s something magic about a first trip to Ireland — that first proper pint of Guinness, the first time the fog lifts off a cliff edge, the first “top of the morning” joke you just can’t resist making. Ours was extra special because it was also our daughter’s first trip anywhere overseas. She came along for every mile, from ancient pubs to castle grounds to windswept cliffs. Three generations, one sometimes good-natured baby, and nine days on the road. Here’s…