We’ll always have Athlone

A WEEKEND away without any of our children was something we had spoken about in hushed tones for many years — never really daring to dream it would become a reality.

Athlone might not have featured in those day-dreamy moments, but when the chance came our way, we were more than happy to give it a go.

Apprehensive farewells on my behalf soon gave way to adult conversation on our two-hour road trip. We stopped off in a little village called Ballynahowen, Co Westmeath, for a spot of lunch in a quaint tea and craft house.