North is taking a dangerous road as no-deal Brexit disaster looms

Many years ago, my wife and I went north. It was the first time we had travelled north together, and we were to pick up a wedding present made by Tyrone Crystal. It was for my sister Finola’s wedding, and we had to go to the factory in Dungannon, because it was a one-off piece to commemorate Finola’s life-long interest in prehistoric rock art.

Anyway, we made a serious mistake. We had borrowed my father’s car. When we were stopped at the border by a British patrol, I couldn’t tell the officer the registration number. And when he asked me, I couldn’t produce a driving licence or any other form of identification.