The Baynhams

Duncannon. Our last night in Ireland before catching the early morning ferry from Rosslare to Fishguard. When we arrived in Duncannon it was in the middle of one of the worst storms in two decades. The house was out of oil to heat the radiators and the water. We were freezing and lit a roaring fire and thawed out in front of it. Rhiannon was mesmerized by the flickering flames and took charge of keeping it topped up with peat briquettes. It was wonderful to have a quiet night as a family after the emotional goodbyes to my parents in Dublin. We needed a little space to catch out thoughts and process the sadness we were feeling before the next leg of  our adventure.