The good health of the frontier is rooted in the Good Friday agreement, and threatened by the contempt of those who don’t understand its emotional landscape
Before the Brexit referendum I began walking Ireland’s border. At the start I thought of the border as just a line but after a few dozen miles it began to become its own place, a narrow country with one language and two currencies. When the UK voted to leave the European Union, the ground seemed to contract under my feet, shrinking to just the line on the map once again.
title = "I{\textquoteright}ve walked the Irish border – Brexiters are trampling on fragile territory",
abstract = "The good health of the frontier is rooted in the Good Friday agreement, and threatened by the contempt of those who don{\textquoteright}t understand its emotional landscapeBefore the Brexit referendum I began walking Ireland{\textquoteright}s border. At the start I thought of the border as just a line but after a few dozen miles it began to become its own place, a narrow country with one language and two currencies. When the UK voted to leave the European Union, the ground seemed to contract under my feet, shrinking to just the line on the map once again.",
1 p. The Guardian. 2018, Comment piece for the Guardian.
Research output: Other contribution
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T1 - I’ve walked the Irish border – Brexiters are trampling on fragile territory
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N2 - The good health of the frontier is rooted in the Good Friday agreement, and threatened by the contempt of those who don’t understand its emotional landscapeBefore the Brexit referendum I began walking Ireland’s border. At the start I thought of the border as just a line but after a few dozen miles it began to become its own place, a narrow country with one language and two currencies. When the UK voted to leave the European Union, the ground seemed to contract under my feet, shrinking to just the line on the map once again.
AB - The good health of the frontier is rooted in the Good Friday agreement, and threatened by the contempt of those who don’t understand its emotional landscapeBefore the Brexit referendum I began walking Ireland’s border. At the start I thought of the border as just a line but after a few dozen miles it began to become its own place, a narrow country with one language and two currencies. When the UK voted to leave the European Union, the ground seemed to contract under my feet, shrinking to just the line on the map once again.