My phone rings from an unknown number as I’m driving to Dungloe, where the 56th Mary from Dungloe Festival is taking place all week. “This is Daniel,” says the caller in a Donegal accent. As it happens, I am due to meet Daniel O’Donnell – known as “Mr Festival” due to his long association with said festival – that evening, but no time has yet been arranged. Is he actually calling me himself? “Hello!” I squawk. “This is Daniel calling from the hotel. Would you like to book dinner with us this evening?” READ MORE The Marys pose for a…