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One of the Last Customers to Stay in the Windsor Inn, Royal Hotel, Bangor, Northern Ireland☘️🔴✋

My recent travels in Northern Ireland have proved something to me – you can travel in your home country and love it, and get surprised by it. After my adventures on the north coast of Northern Ireland, I returned to my home town of Bangor, which is in County Down, just 12 miles from Belfast…

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Watching Wet House By Paddy Campbell at Soho Theatre, London, England

On my journeys round the globe, you’ll have gathered that I love doing all sorts of different things on my travels and don’t have boundaries and limits. Whether it’s backpacking nonchalantly through Iraq, attending a victory parade in North Korea or eating as much food as you can in Gracia, Barcelona. I heard word that Paddy…

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Staying by The Thames at the Elegant Sir Christopher Wren Hotel and Spa, Windsor, England🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Life has a funny way of going full circle on me. It was another inspiring journey as I left behind the lights of crowded London for a night of relaxation and luxury by the River Thames in the town of Windsor in Berkshire, England. I stayed in the exquisite and elegant Sir Christopher Wren Hotel…

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30 Year Reunion: Dinner with P1Preston in Donegans, Bangor, Northern Ireland

It was a fairly emotional return to Northern Ireland for me recently – my longest stay in my home country in over 11 years which is crazy to think about it. I had lined up some really cool stuff to do when I was back, and after touring the north coast, (including Portbraddon) watching Northern…

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Sunday’s Inspiration: A Tribute to Jordan Kennedy

“Rhythm is a dancer, it’s a soul’s companion, you can feel it everywhere” – Snap, 1992 The above lyric is from the song that was number one in the music charts the day Jordan Kennedy was born. I remember the song well from my teens, and often danced to it myself. Now, I will never…

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30 Year Reunion: School Tour of Kilmaine Primary School, Bangor, Northern Ireland

A calm Northern Irish wind reared its obvious head as I made the walk down to school. I hadn’t done my homework, my handwriting left a lot to be desired but I was on time, I had a grey shirt and school tie on and I was buzzing. I wasn’t a pupil any more however.…

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