You’ve travelled to Poland, your underdog team is four goals down with ten minutes left of the game, you need at least a draw to advance to the next round. What do you do?
Ireland, a nation of moody musicians inspired by the damp weather, changes its tune for the summer sun.
The clink of glass, the raising of a tumbler, the clearing of the throat. They’re all part of that same ritual, the celebration of all that’s good and all that’s true.
There’s an overbearing need for discovery in the Irish veins, be it through necessity or restlessness, travel has always been important to the Irish.
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Join Muiris O'Waffley as he finds his mood changed by footage of his city captured from another era...