I’m deep in conversation with my father, discussing the upcoming match, when the phone line drops. I groan, blaming the phone, the hands-free connection, even my Dad – until I take a minute to consider my surroundings. It’s not the phone, it’s the back roads of Cavan that are to blame. But turning in to Farnham Estate, what it lacks in coverage, it makes up for in scenery. Rolling vales of perfectly manicured greenery lead to grassy woodland and this is the view you enjoy over dinner at the Botanica Restaurant.