My younger brother Quinn started off as my strange Northern cousin, Ardal. He was the son of my Irish relatives. Mum's sister, Aunt Susanna, and her husband Dermot. I remember they never visited us because we lived in England. We always had to go to them, which we did occasionally. We made the trip up to Whitehead to see where Mum had grown up
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