It's been almost a year since my boyfriend and I set off from under the shadow of Croagh Patrick in rain coats and padded shorts, laden down with homemade soda bread and a tent, to cycle the width of Ireland all the way back to Dublin, just days after both the centenary of the Easter Rising and St. Patrick's Day.My boyfriend is pretty Irish. Both sides of his family are from the same county in the West of Ireland, his hair turns to copper in the sun, and his mother drinks Guinness when she's ill instead of taking tablets. But it was my idea to cycle the width of the country, with nothing but a variety of rubber and Nylon to keep us dry, moving, and warm.Scroll forward to 2017 and you will find the same pair, sitting at a plywood table in London, wearing grey tracksuit bottoms and a pair of pyjamas that look like a 1970s Everton kit, sipping their way through five different types of stout.Read more onMUNCHIES.