Among the Wicklow Hills

We were less than an hour away from Holyhead and in good time to make the ferry. John and Mary and the gang in the other minibus were well behind and would be lucky to get to the ferry on time. These days we only have one minibus and had to borrow another one from… Read More

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Water Boys on Tour -Alex McDonnell writes of his and John Glynn’s annual Aisling ‘dry’ trip to Waterford with a group of recovering alcoholic emigrants.

We took a group of water-only boys to Waterford this year for the Tall Ships sailing race. The Waterboys were playing at the festival celebrating the sea and that’s a lot of water under the bridge. Interestingly for the first time since it was built we discovered that there may be a point to the… Read More

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Aisling Trip to Wicklow, March 2011

There were a lot of memorable moments on this trip and it would be hard to choose only one to sum up this year’s Aisling group break in Wicklow but my favourite one was at Glasnevin cemetery on the beautifully summery day before Paddy’s Day. Gerry was standing looking lost with that uncertain smile he… Read More

Stones in Their Pockets – part 2

On the way back home Phyllis announced that she would like to visit her cousin in Spiddal. She had procrastinated about meeting her for some time but now as we were approaching Spiddal the time presented itself and we stopped and asked for the address in the local shop where she used to work. The… Read More

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Stones in Their Pockets – part 1

Joe arrived from Robertson Street, a south London hostel where we do a lot of work with their Irish clients. Sarah, his keyworker brought him to Camden for the pick up and was beaming at the prospect of Joe going to Galway with Aisling. This will be his first trip home in 30 years and… Read More

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Ancestral Homes – Alex McDonnell finds ancestors old and new on Aisling’s latest trip to our homes in Donegal and Derry.

The ferry companies were making hay in this sunshine unclouded by invisible dust particles and scalped us almost £100 per head for the privilege. It was the same old Ullyses though, no gold handrails on the stairs from the car deck or goose-feather down on the bunks, nor did we travel via the Mediterranean or… Read More