Ireland favours the mantra that the meek will inherit the earth, and without any sense of entitlement we are condemned - and content - to live on our knees, writes Ann Cahill.
Autumn rushed to catch up last weekend. Overnight the nation's roads were lined with trees fluttering a million different shades of gold and orange, turning a journey into a joyful procession.
They flanked the bit of good road finished during the Celtic tiger years and made me glad that something had trickled down from those times to gladden the heart now.
Of course, it doesn't last on the long road from the west and soon...
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