Colm O'Regan: A family trip to Belfast, the best-built city in Ireland
A trip up the North. The first time we’d been up there as a family. It’s funny the old things I’d forgotten and the small new things I’d noticed.
You still get that little text message welcoming you to the UK phone network. There is confusion as you read it and wonder whether you’ll be charged roaming or not “what with Brexit and all”. We’ve lost track of so much of the toing and froing that Brexit is now like close-contact tracing. You’re asking someone “remind me again what the current rules are”. That UK phone text always feels like someone’s been watching your car from behind a rocky redoubt high in the Ring of Gullion and texted as you passed.
