Da beast from the east

I know….I know! I started this blog full of good intentions. Life and emotions can be distracting though.

We were able to keep working outside until about mid december. The short days though have been hard to deal with. I had been used to getting up early and going to work. Instead over

the winter there’s been no point in getting up before 8am.

The days now are seeing a stretch but the wind is bitter. Still we have cracked on with painting the house and doing a lot more clearing outside.

I have much to tell and now I have sorted out being able to blog from my phone.

We are at home awaiting storm emma and whatever she will unleash. The photo is of snow falling in the valley. I’ve never seen a sight like this before.

An immigrant returns

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I suppose I should start adding some background information to this story.  I am a return having been in the UK for some 30 years. Now, returning is hard as so much as changed. There is a glut of information available to help people who have left in the last 10 years or so. However, my own feeling is anybody who left before that is part of forgotten generations.

I would say no matter how many websites I read for advice and guidance it wasn’t enough. Most websites tend to be written by people who know the system inside out and know what to do. Where is the decent ‘I haven’t got a clue’ guide. I don’t think it exists!

Talking to people locally has been helpful. Though our first trip to the Ennis government services started off being a bit off putting but ended up with us feeling really looked after.  We were applying for our Personal Public Services (PPS) numbers. Now, the general tell is you don’t need this number to live in Ireland. But in reality you do for nearly everything. I did feel a tad put out when I was asked at the visit how did I know I was Irish. I was born in the UK but Mum and Dad returned to Ireland soon after I was born. All my family are Irish. Was going through primary and secondary school not enough?! Jules on the other hand, born and bred in the U.K.,  was welcomed and treated really warmly.

As it happened I already had my PPS number and had my original paperwork. Aside from that little hiccup everyone else has been really welcoming.19420713_464868853870883_7861967681156452898_n

Da Furries

cartoon dogs

When we made the decision to move there was no question about leaving any of our animals behind.


No, 3 dogs (Juno, Hera & Isey) and 6 cats (Poppy, Blob, Garfield, Spudgy, Gem & Jack) would be coming with us. After all, what was the point in enjoying a new life if we couldn’t take the heart and soul of our ‘old’ home with us.

Ok, that decision made. What next?! We had a look on the uk government website  to see what was required. Talk about confusing. Can I just say most of what we had to go through seemed really confusing and difficult. However, once we actually talked to people and got on with it; all was mostly straight forward.

Our vets were brilliant. Nothing was too much trouble. 9 pet passports to be done. 9 rabies shots to be administered.

The dogs came with us in the car. They were absolute stars. Not a peep or cross word at any point in the journey. Though they did not like the dog pens on the ferry or the calming tablets they were given.

The cats. Well, the cats couldn’t come with us. So, we arranged for them to stay in Coopercroft cattery . We then arranged a pet transport service.  It was a logistical nightmare trying to match up dates. It nearly didn’t go to plan but more of that story another time.

Thank you for reading and I hope you’ll find our journey entertaining and inf19420713_464868853870883_7861967681156452898_normative.



A shared dream

DSCF2796.JPGAllow me to introduce ourselves. We are Virginia and Jules. About a year ago we made the decision to move from the United Kingdom to Ireland.

How were we going to make it work? We had no idea. We didn’t have a plan of action or even a starting point. We had a very lived in house with 3 dogs and 6 cats. Whatever we were going to do meant us all going together (furbabies included). All great adventures just happen. However, to get to this point has been a journey of blood, sweat and tears.

Even though we moved home in August 2017 I am counting the journey as starting from the end of November. There are reasons for this and I will explain as we go along.

For now though the creation of the blog site is underway. The Facebook page has been going for awhile and you’re more than welcome to take a look there to see some of the story so far.