This time last year a line from a Lois Lowry novel ran around my head. “It wasn’t the same. I’m pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn’t the same”.

My family and I had fallen out of love with Dublin. But rather than wallowing in grief or bitterness, we decided to up stakes and move. North Wexford would be our Nirvana, Gorey our Big Smoke.