My stupidity ensured that we were both interrogated, politely but intensely, for more than an hour at the side of the road. It put Frieda off travelling north for a long time, although, years later, I got to know Northern Ireland pretty well (and had a few more scary encounters in the process). But last weekend, we got lost in Northern Ireland once again. We must have been on every one of the unapproved roads in that part of the world, sometimes in the Republic, sometimes in Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland, despite best efforts, is still a place that sees itself as two communities

Source: Irish Examiner July 15, 2019 23:03 UTC