Ireland enjoys its time in the European sun
IT WAS an unreal day. Dublin felt unfamiliar. It basked in early summer sunshine. Driving through the streets, it felt like a South American capital city immediately after a coup. There were few civilians about but, everywhere you looked, there were clusters of gardaí in day-glo yellow jackets and riot gear.
The bus ride at noon from the city centre to Farmleigh around the perimeter of the Phoenix Park was a weird journey. As we came closer to Farmleigh, we passed a large army camp. Inside the Park itself, heavy artillery had been set up to deter an unknown, theoretical enemy.



