After a day’s house-hunting in West Cork, I texted the builder boyfriend to say that we were too late. The vegans had landed.
This was my second trip to view farms in Ireland and I fell even more in love with the rugged, sometimes desolate landscape punctuated by friendly market towns with bunting strung across the streets. Unfortunately, so had everyone else.
Two agents had confirmed that my nearest neighbours might be a pair of unwashed British hobbit people
The London lefties have made it to the Emerald Isle. Having laid waste to Devon, Cornwall and Wales with their llamas and yurts and mental ideas about everything rural from farming to hunting, the liberal elite have set sail for the west coast of Ireland, or rather they have got on a Ryanair flight. It’s one hour from London to Cork.
Whereas it’s a seven-hour drive to Wales and the Welsh Assembly has quite rightly brought in a savage second home tax to make sure the Islington lefties sell up and leave.
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