I spent most of my childhood summers and several of my Christmases in Erris.
My parents came from two villages there, Geesala and Doohoma, across
the water from Achill Island. In their teens they followed a well-worn
passage to London to look for work.
Though I was born in London I see myself as both Irish and English, and am proud to be from Mayo and not just a suburb of north London.
For holidays we’d take the ferry over (nine hours) then drive from
Dublin (six hours), stopping at the Longford Arms on the way, always the
Longford Arms. The sense of remoteness sets in as you’re crossing the
bog to Belmullet; it puts you in a desolate, melancholy mood. Then all
of a sudden the ocean hits you, and it completely transforms.
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