I’m in Ireland for the Easter holidays, in Dingle, near the tiny farm where my grandma was born and raised, and I can see the lightly-rippling salt water in the Bay of Dingle from the holiday home we’ve rented.
The sun shines consistently through our five days here - a rarity - and glistens and sparkles on the sea that looks more like a lake, because the…
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