Moving to Ireland...

My wife moved from London to Ireland back in 2001 and has had no problems. She has more friends here now then n I do! We're not down the country though.

When I look at those C4 shows about moving to France it looks nice. Better value than moving to Ireland and much better weather.

I know of an English man arrested in limerick who was arrested and bound to the peace for writing Muslims out on the local chipper.

Without a link to the incident you cited how do we know the motivation behind the death?

A Muslim guy decapitated a gay man and seriously injured another in Sligo very recently, is it now an anti gay hell hole where Muslims cut the head off homosexuals. Overall there is very little racism in Ireland but the media would have you believe otherwise

I'll have a look later and post it if I find it.

Know plenty of Brits living here, many met their Irish missus over there n relocated here. Most of em happy enough here I reckon.

Property prices are inflated due to multinationals corporation taxes here, I think that is going to be under pressure going forward and we are peak prices.

Mates moved to France and I was astounded as to what they got in a rural town for 250k. Maybe the area was undesirable, I dunno.

just my tuppence worth …..

Very hard to get away from it all AND have facilities ….. its usually one or the other. You can go to a remote area and get house & land for that money, but you wont have great amenities / facilities. The closer you get to Tesco, the more the price goes up. It may seem attractive now to be miles away from shops / noise / motorways , but if you get sick and need an ambulance (or fire brigade, etc) then you are in trouble. In the Ambulance service they talk about death-by-geography, where some 999 call that could be dealt with in very straightforward way if in a big town / city , then becomes life threatening if you are an hour away from a big town. And thats a lot of Kerry , Cork , etc

However ….. my mate worked for a long time in Bantry and said the place was full of Dutch / English / Germans etc who wanted to leave the rat-race behind but still wanted good broadband (that was his joke) , so thats my recommendation for balance (well, the general area of W Cork / Bantry). And with a great mix of nationalities , the ex-Londoner wont be slagged to death (because that will happen in lots of areas)

Last recommendation, visit a few places before you settle. Dublin is not Ireland. Make a list, bring car over and stay a while in local B&Bs and see what you like. Its a big decision, so take your time.

Hope you find something that ticks all your boxes!

There was a peasant who for years had coveted his neighbor's house; not for the house itself, which was almost a ruin, but for the land that was attached to it. He offered to buy the property, but his neighbor, taking advantage of the sharp rise in house prices, accepted a higher offer from a Parisian. During the winter, the Parisian spent millions of francs renovating the house and installing a swimming pool. Finally, the work is finished, and the Parisian and his chic friends come down for the long First of May weekend. They are charmed by the house and amused by the quaint old peasant who lives next door, particularly by his habit of going to bed at eight o'clock. The Parisian household is awakened at four in the morning by Charlemagne, the peasant's large and noisy cockerel, who crows nonstop for two hours. The Parisian complains to the peasant. The peasant shrugs. It is the country. Cocks must crow. That is normal. The next morning, and the morning after that, Charlemagne is up and crowing at four o'clock. Tempers are getting frayed, and the guests return to Paris early, to catch up on their sleep. The Parisian complains again to the peasant, and again the peasant shrugs. They part on hostile terms. In August, the Parisian returns with a houseful of guests. Charlemagne wakes them punctually every morning at four. Attempts at afternoon naps are foiled by the peasant, who is doing some work on his house with a jackhammer and a loud concrete mixer. The Parisian insists that the peasant silence his cockerel. The peasant refuses. After several heated exchanges, the Parisian takes the peasant to court, seeking an injunction to restrain Charlemagne. The verdict is in favor of the peasant, and the cockerel continues his early morning serenades. Visits to the house eventually become so intolerable that the Parisian puts it up for sale. The peasant, acting through a friend, manages to buy most of the land. The Sunday after the purchase goes through, the peasant and his friend celebrate with a huge lunch, the main course of which is Charlemagne, turned into a delicious coq au vin.

Maybe Province is out for the OP too…

It wasn't.he was at a late party that went wrong for him.I'd say due to xenophobia at it's heart.