Tag: Doolin

Wheeling my large yellow suitcase along the rough tarmac road alongside the water's edge, the bad feeling began to fester when there was no-one else waiting at the pier. Once I stopped and took out my ticket, my stomach sank when I read '8.00', not '8.30', on my return ticket. Everything had been going well… Continue reading Inisheer to Dublin: The Journey Home Begins