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When Jan and I rode the Irish End to End in 2008, or whenever it was, we stopped for lunch in
this pub in Killeter. The message in the above image was hanging on the wall, but someone had crafted it in marquetry. The image in the marquetry was a hand holding a gun, and wherever you were in the room, the gun appeared to be pointing at you.
That was without a doubt the most sinister and frightening day's riding I have ever done. Our route crossed the border several times along a road that, on the very early map that I had on my Garmin, disappeared whenever we were in the South. The countryside was remote and scrubby, and every so often we cycled past a farmstead from which a tricolour was flying.