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Ballycastle, County Mayo. 1847.

He left Ireland
with a promise.

A story told in letters.
Posted from Ireland. Kept by you.

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Mary. Ballycastle, November 1847.

Six weeks.
Two days.
Still no word.

“Only write, Patrick.
A line on a scrap would do me.”

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Patrick. Boston, December 1847.

“I am landed
and I am living.”

An ocean between them.
A letter on its way.

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Yours, From Ireland

One promise.
Twenty-four letters
between them.

Patrick is a second son with no land coming to him. He leaves for Boston and promises to send for Mary. Her father has a different future in mind.

You meet them through their letters. The waiting, the small things, the words they choose to put on paper.

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A printed letter dated Ballycastle 1847 beside its envelope, a weather note and a folded map
Original historical fiction, researched from the record.

A story you can hold.

Two letters arrive each month, one from Ireland and one in reply. Beautiful printed paper, and it arrives ready to open. Posted from Ireland.

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The opening letters, on film

A moment in their world.

AI dramatisations of our original historical fiction. Choose a film to play.

Ballycastle, November 1847

Six weeks and two days.

Mary waits, dictates her letter, and sends it.

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Mary stands at the window. Six weeks and two days. Still no word from Patrick.

At Father Mullan's table, he writes as she dictates: “He is putting down what I say.”

Her letter is folded. “Only write, Patrick. A line on a scrap would do me.”

Read Mary's opening letter. An AI dramatisation of original historical fiction.

Boston, December 1847

A moment with Patrick.

A room in Boston. A letter to Mary. A road he is trying to remember.

A dramatisation of Patrick's opening letter. Play to listen.

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Patrick sits at a small table in his Boston lodging and begins a letter. We hear his thoughts as he writes.

My dear Mary. I am landed and I am living and I am in work.

The town is very big, Mary, and it is built close, and there is no soft ground anywhere in it.

I will not put the crossing down on paper. It is over, and there is no good in the two of us carrying it.

Tell me the small things.

I do be lying awake putting the road from your house to ours in order in my head, gate by gate, in case I lose it.

Your own, Patrick.

He remembers a lane in Mayo, then returns to his letter and folds the paper.

The correspondence

The story, through your letterbox.

Twenty-four letters over twelve months. A complete story, 1847 to 1857.

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Ballycastle, 8 November 1847

It begins,
“My dear Patrick”.

Read Mary's opening letter