Sixteen years ago, Liam and I walked the Dingle Way in County Kerry, Ireland, accompanied by Liam's sister, Maire, and her husband, Sean. It was one of the most amazing experiences of our lives. Sure, we often walked in pouring rain; we had to climb down one mountain by holding on to a fence, and had to forgo another due to heavy fog; the shortcut that took us through a too-boggy field also contained a too-protective bull, and Maire got electrocuted (just a bit) by a hidden electric fence, but all in all, we loved it.
Now, we are walking the Dingle Way again, sixteen years later, but this time our nephews Curran and Gareth are walking with us. Curran is 12 and Gareth is just turned 14. I hope they love the walk (and Ireland!) as much as I do.