It is just as well that Dublin is well-stocked with howffs, shebeens and other assorted watering holes, for the Scots in town had no end of sorrows to sink last night. This was another grim stop on ...

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SHATTERED Scots have told of their devastation as THREE wildfires ravaged rolling slopes on the Isle of Skye and in the Highlands. Two of the blazes still burn on 36 HOURS after crews were called to ...