I still haven’t quite grasped what happened over the past week and how it happened. Fact is that Pádraig made it: an incredible journey over a thousand kilometres on way in a car, on a train, and in a bus.

Tonight, back in Hamburg, I am so tired that I’ll have to stop writing to prevent my head hitting the keyboard.

Tonight, 25 years ago, we were getting ready to go to the Coombe Hospital.

Tomorrow will be Padraig’s birthday. The first to have him back with us…

it’s all a bit unreal – but it’s late after a long 26 hours on the train.