was spent in Northern Ireland with two of my sisters and their families. We enjoyed catching up, eating chocolate, drinking wine and, for once, the sun came out for us. We spent Easter Sunday in Dad's now empty house in Ballyronan. It was very cold when we arrived, but we lit a fire and sister's practical husband persuaded the boiler to light. I have a mixture of feelings returning: sadness, nostalgia and, this time, a kind of resignation to the inevitable passing of time and the need to let go. We know that we can't leave it empty forever but, for now, it's good to be able to return. I cooked Sunday lunch and we took the children to play at the marina which was busy with daytrippers and people staying in the caravan park.
Here a few pictures from the weekend.
On Easter Saturday we were trapped in my sister's house in Dromore as the road was closed for the Circuit of Ireland Rally car race. This entertained some members of the family, but not all of us. So we had an Easter Egg hunt for the children with clues like this around the garden. My big girl joined in and had her own share of the chocolate. I spent a large part of the day sitting in the sun reading, only mildly distracted by the roar of race. ('Nora Webster' by Colm Toibin - am planning a books post soon)
Ballyronan Marina on Easter Sunday. We walked to the 'lighthouse', at the end of the pier and this is the view from there. There's no light, just a concrete tower, but it was always the walk I did with my mother.