Ancient stone walls with bright bursts of wildflowers line the serpentine road unfurling before me. Towering peaks dotted with gravity-defying sheep surround me. Never-ending views stretch to a galaxy far, far away.
‘I’m like the pied piper,” Mark Edwards says with a grin. We’re standing by the twin-turreted castle on the water’s edge of Enniskillen, “Ireland’s only island