IT’S my favourite time of the year. Sort of. The Tyrone Club Championships – time to bid adieu to a social life (I’m a total gallivanter: not) and hello to the country roads of Tyrone. By the time this is all wrapped up for another year, I’ll be sick, sore and tired of the narrow lanes twisting through the heart of the county as I spin back and forth from Omagh and Dungannon. The A5, I hear you cry. I give it a miss if I can.It is busy. Last sea…
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