A visit to my father’s house deep in Derry countryside brings my boy up close to dogs, rabbits – and a snake
My son hadn’t seen my father for a long time, and touched us all by running full pelt across the front garden shouting, ‘Granda!’ as soon as we arrived. This was, however, the last bit of attention he showed his human counterparts for the duration of our trip.
My dad’s house is deep in Derry countryside and the terrain around us looks like the opening scene of Emmerdale, all rolling hills and patchwork fields. The garden is festooned with yellow and purple flowers, attended to by bees and butterflies, and the view from our living room looks out across the Foyle to sunny hillsides adorned with giant, languid windmills. Again, I’m struck by how much of this was lost on me as a child, when I’d have given anything to live closer to the city.
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