Deep in the heart of the Irish countryside is where part of my family live. They moved out there years ago after falling in love with a house whilst on holiday and never looked back.
Over the years I have fallen more and more in love with the place. A part of my heart resides there on a permanent basis and when I get to go out there and visit them there is a sense of returning home.
Our house is nestle in a crop of trees, quite densely packed that you cannot view it from the road. It's so quiet as we are almost the last house on a 4 mile dirt road, the only traffic we encounter is our neighbour farmer or the sheep.
This crop of trees stands at the heart of a bowl, surrounded on three side by mountains that grow as tall as giants, they are so large it doesn't even feel like you are looking at something real. Every morning the site takes my breath away.
Not far from the house a river runs, the constant bubbling and rushing the only sound that you can hear most of the time, it always has something to say if you listen.
All around is the lush green grass dotted with patches of shamrock, reeds and moss. The wet weather often makes this boggy to walk through, your foot sinking into the mud and soaking through to your sock.
There is a word, used in the West of Ireland that describes this feeling perfectly which is 'tenalach' and it means to be at one with the earth, air and water. It's that connection you have to a place...
One where when you stop and listen you can hear the mountains singing, calling to your heart...
It's calling me home...