When I visited to see Megan’s family over in August, the weather was unusually warm and dry. It’s often the case that as soon as you leave the airplane, it feels like several months have passed on the flight over, and you’ve suddenly stepped into an early Autumn. Yet this time, the sun spent most of its time dancing across the landscape between the clouds, drenching us in pockets of summer heat.

We had planned to drive over to Rossnowlagh we’re we had got engaged two years previously for the anniversary, and we finally arrived there at about 5 o’clock. It’s a breathtaking place with views over Donegal bay. Looking to the west knowing that the next land you would reach would be America makes the place feel like the edge of the world. What always gets me is the sublte sounds the place seems to emit. It’s incredibly peaceful other than the delicate sound of waves muffled by the cliffs below. Even when something dramatic appears to be happening far out in the bay the silence of the scene is surreal. Its like the sound almost gets lost along the way.

I ended up having more than a few red wines that evening, talking late into the night until deciding to go out to look at the stars. There’s hardly any light pollution there and it’s easy to see why when we do manage to see the Milky Way in all it’s glory why our ancestors were in total awe. The more you look the more you see. I laid there on my back staring, and I wondered if my Dad could see me here, or what he would say if he could see me. I asked for a sign - and almost instantaneously a shooting star streaked across the top left of my vision. Even if I hadn’t of had the amount of wine I had, I would have still chatted away for a few minutes up to the sky as I did.

That place is magical.