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.
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