EXCERPT FROM SARA’S
JOURNAL
October 15, 1998
Enniskillen
One last breakfast of tea and thin, white toast (cooked six at a time
in the cooker grill) and Rich and I set off from Belfast and head down the road, west,
towards the Dingle Peninsula. We have rented a house in Ballyferriter and are quite
excited at the prospect of being at the tip of nowhere. A friend of Fergal’s at
The Bot informed me that my most important possession should be a pair of
waterproof shoes.
Our Guesthouse in Enniskillen is at the end of a farming road. It
sounds like the inside of someone’s stomach. This is a working Dairy. It's metal
barns and 24-hour mooing. Elma, the lady of the house, remarks that Ireland's county
Fermanagh has alot of "Thompsons". Rich's paternal grandfather's family
came from Ireland as a result of the Great Famine 1845-48. We consider hitting the
archives and taking a family tree detour, but as there are thousands of Thompsons that
migrated from Ireland, the task would be a challenging one.
