There is nothing that will separate us from where we grew up. I grew up in the townland of Ballingate, which is about three miles (5km), from Carnew in Co Wicklow. Today on an autumnal day in the sunshine, Ballingate looked great - I snapped the photo below of a maple tree in the garden.
I visited with my Mum Phil, my Dad Joe, and my brother Joe, for lunch and to help with cutting logs in the bog. Cutting logs ("sticks" as we call them) is a hard working activity that requires a nice pint afterwards to slate the thirst of those involved in the heavy work. We adjourned to Conways in Kildavin for a very pleasant jar. Happy Days!