Yesterday I boarded what seemed like a toy plane over to Belfast, barely 100 seats cushioned by 2 large propellers either side. I was giddy with excitement as my friend and I sat anxiously squeezed into the lightest of aircraft’s, off to visit friends in Bangor for the weekend.
Every time I visit, there seems to be a magnetic pull towards the enchanting landscapes of Northern Ireland. It’s not merely a destination on the map, but a place that beckons with mystery.
I find myself drawn to the rugged coastlines, the whispering Giant's Causeway, and the vibrant cities that blend modernity with the echoes of ancient tales. The lure of Northern Ireland is more than the rugged landscapes; for me it lies in the resilience of its people, their stories, and their undeniable spirit.
Sat here overlooking the ocean from my bed, I’m wondering why I feel so connected to this place. Maybe the threads that tie my spirit to Ireland, is my Irish surname Lynch. I seem to be fascinated by the Irish and particularly anyone with the same surname.
Names often carry echoes of the past, and in the case of Lynch, maybe it encapsulates the spirit of Ireland, weaving my personal identity into the land. I definitely feel a sense of belonging here, an acknowledgment of shared roots, and a weird connection that bears the weight of my family history.
After changing my name twice in wedlock and returning back to my maiden name Lynch, I’m so glad I did, as it’s a living testament to my cultural inheritance.
I’m proud to be a Lynch. I feel like it intertwines my present with the legacies of the past. In a way it fosters a sense of pride and belonging that evokes a profound emotional connection to the Irish landscape, its people, and the timeless traditions that define it.
Blimey I feel so poetic today, almost hypnotised by my Irish ancestors, the ghosts in the wind watching over me. I wonder if the Guinness I drank in the local pub last night has spellbound me?!
Well I best get my groove on, as I’m off to drink, feast, walk and explore the Irish shores. I hope you enjoy a wonderful weekend
Until the next time
Take care and stay safe xx
Aww Tanya you're singing my song! I went to Ireland back in 2013 to research my mom's side of the family. The O'Neil's, it turns out, were/are a fierce clan, prideful and strong.
I loved getting lost and finding my way inside ancient pubs that were loving tucked against the rocky shores. The friendliest of people, the gorgeous landscapes, and of course, the creamiest of Guinness was the best reward after a long day of uncovering stories about my family's Irish lineage.
I'm proud of my Irish heritage, and like you, felt a pull when I landed in Shannon Airport all those years ago.
Today, I'm engaged to a beautiful man (a Doyle) from Caven. We are planning a trip to the Emerald Isle this spring. x
My worst nightmare, a tiny little plane ✈️ 😱 Hope you had a good flight and have a fab weekend 🌷🌺