It’s a blistering hot day in Ireland in 2003 and a posse of King Arthur's knights have just beaten their way to the front of the queue for the ice-cream van by the simple method of drawing their swords andlooking threatening. There's almost no shade, even below the 1.5-mile stretch of Hadrian's Wall, builtacross a huge field just an hour out of Dublin, …
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