One of my daydreams has always been to own a castle on the Emerald Isle. Being lord of the manor would be a good look for me.
Decked out in my tweed cap and waxed Burberry coat and with my golden lab Seamus by my side, I’d spend my days puttering around the estate, taking a little time to fly fish for the fat brown trout in the local lough and then playing a quick nine on my private golf course, which would climb and curl through the impossibly green count… (View original article)