For those of you who don’t know it, Rossnowlagh is in Donegal. It’s not really a town or a village. It’s basically a beach. But just like New York, it’s also a state of mind.
When you slip down to Rossnowlagh, you slip into a different frame of mind. And I know that everyone says that about their own favourite piece of Donegal. But in Rossnowlagh, I think it’s different.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been going there since I was a kid – it’s like there’s still a bit of the kid in me left over down there from years ago. And now that we have our own kids, it’s nice to sort of bestow a favourite spot on them.
We also meet people down there that we know from either business or friendships. But they’re different down there. All big kids. All watching the tide, ready to surf or bodyboard or barbeque on the beach or walk or just open another bottle of wine.
And even though the summer was a bit of a washout there were great moments too. Like my son learning how to whip me at chess. My daughter getting the hang of bodyboarding. My wife cycling in the rain. And me just taking more time out of work than usual. Bliss.
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