Cavan fever: Holiday in a woodland cabin in the lakeland county

'You could be anywhere!'
In Ireland, those four words often seem to be our reflex reaction to any scenario when the country presents itself in such stone-splitting summer splendour, that you could be possibly anywhere at all in the world — but home. “Sure ‘tis like the South of France, Mary!” would be such an example, uttered no doubt several times this week over Sauvignon Blanc in Kinsale. And I can be a little guilty of it too.