Earlier on this evening, I was happily driving out of Buncrana with some fine music playing in the background.
Seeing the mountains in front of me changed my mood altogether.
Beautiful, isn't it?
What I saw appeared so picturesque, so unreal. So much so that for a brief moment it seemed to be an image projected onto a greenscreen. But I knew these mountains were real. Very real.
It made me feel sad. For how on earth can there be so much beauty, and yet so much trouble, in the same region?
We have now suffered the indignity of two controlled explosions in The Maiden City this week alone. Pointless incidents which, as a colleague of mine has correctly emphasized, have resulted in pensioners and schoolchildren being scared to death, and terrified tourists and traffic jams everywhere.
Mayor Of Derry Colum Eastwood is quite right to condemn the event as “totally and utterly unacceptable.” As he rightly says, the actions of those responsible aren’t freeing Ireland, but causing obstacles.
How much more damage will there be before these mindless dissidents get the message?
