Into the swing of it

YOU’RE going to Druid’s Glen, but neither of you plays golf?” was the response when we said we were going to the Wicklow resort for a family weekend in bleak January.

We drove from Cork to Wicklow on one of the wettest evenings of the year. Our wipers were on full blast from the Jack Lynch Tunnel to Newtownmountkennedy. Our two children, aged 5 and 7, were restless, so it was unfortunate that we missed the turn-off to the hotel. (Note to Druid’s Glen: more sign posts.) It was a cranky, frazzled family that arrived into the foyer, but things improved straight away.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS