Guinness, Grudges and Grazing Sheep: Tracing McDonagh's Ireland Without Losing Your Fingers
Forget the Blackpool Tower and the cream cracker logic of package holidays — the real McDonagh country is off the west coast, where the sheep outnumber the dialogue and the views would make even Colm Doherty put down the cleaver. Here's how to do a cinematic pilgrimage through Inisherin and beyond, with your digits intact.