… but no, no, no, no, no, you got me wrong. I’m not for one minute suggesting that An Taisce members jauntily propel themselves through D2 Georgian conservation areas as if controlled by an invisible puppeteer, passionlessly declaring an unpersuasive interest in brass door knockers, vocal utterances vaguely coinciding with the unconvincing movement of their lips. Nor am I suggesting that An Taisce members cycle around the countryside, snooping into other people’s affairs looking for ways to report their neighbours to the County Council. That’s totally not what I’m trying to say – I’ve never seen a Thunderbird puppet on a bicycle. Bear with me, it’s more complicated than that.