‘Monstrous riddle’ that Northern Ireland’s Brexit has become leaves townsfolk exhausted
There was a brief burst of sunshine, then the clouds turned murky and ominous and began to sluice rain, and for some in Newry it seemed even the heavens were commenting on Brexit.
“Where are we at? It’s like up there,” said Peter Armstrong Woodruff, 70, glancing at the opaque greyness overhead. “You can’t see much. It’s a monstrous riddle.”