A Little Trip to Donegal Sunday (3-9-17)
We set out early on a wild, wet Sunday morning. Gerry, Mary, Willie and me. We arrived in Cavan about 7am and got breakfast there in a petrol station cafe. We arrived at the historic, penitential island about 9am and got our tickets.
My cousin, Joey Sheeran, was the boat man who brought us over. It was good to meet him. We had our tea and scones and looked around. After the morning prayers in the Basilica, we relaxed for a while and then had lunch at half one. A very good lunch. Mary loved the soup. Lovely sandwiches. We were all stuffed.
Willie got Confession and we all got Mass and left the island very satisfied. I got a nice dvd of Lough Derg in the shop and I got a Mass said for Paddy Rhatigan, a great old nursing friend who had died on Saturday 2nd Sept in Mullingar.
We called into Susan in Donegal town. My brother, Mark, was away golfing. A nice, friendly visit. Then we went out to Rossnowlagh Friary and viewed Donegal bay. It had cleared up into a really beautiful evening, thank God.
We went to Ballyshannon to the apartments where we were to stay and got the key at the welcoming restaurant, Nirvana, nearby from Ray, the owner.
We settled in and then had a nice meal in the restaurant. And a good sleep.
On Monday morning, we packed up and travelled back to Rossnowlagh for Mass at 10am. We got breakfast for Willie in a petrol station on the way there.
After the lovely community Mass, we went back into Donegal town and got a full breakfast and called into Mark’s shop to say hello and get photos printed.
Then we hit the road for Cliffoney via Bundoran and called into our old pal Kathleen O Connell there. She came with us into Sligo town where we just looked around for a while. It was Mary and Willie’s first time in the North West
Willie got a good dvd box set in Tesco. “Sherlock”.
Kathleen got the bus home and we travelled on to Tobar N’Ailt, the Holy Well,
and had a lovely, if brief, stop there at that quiet, sacred place of angels.
Next stop was a new sit-down chipper in Edgewardstown and then on home to Dublin. Tired but content. Glad to get home to dear old dirty familiar Dublin.