“At the mouth of the Foyle we bade farewell to the soil”

There was just the four of us, me and Maggie and the two wee ones. I told them to hold hands so as not to get lost.
We passed down the Foyle and it was as calm as a mill pond, past Culmore and out into the Lough. In front of us was only this vast grey expanse of open sea.

As we approached Moville I could see our house up on the hill. Suddenly the sun came from behind a cloud and lit it up. I could see every rock and every tree.

I thought my heart would break.”

William Foster Douglas
Philadelphia

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