It’s the May Bank Holiday weekend in Ireland. The feast of Bealtaine has passed. Some of the folk around here would have washed their face in the dew, built small bonfires and cleansed the house (although this doesn’t happen so much in a residential area) and yellow flowers would be left outside the door of family members and friends. We don’t do the flower thing so much either. The beauty of a Bank Holiday weekend is that it gives me a chance to make a big roast dinner on the Sunday. I rarely cook a family dinner on Sundays, it’s the one day of the week when I try to…