Just been thinking about the Easter tunes I have had in the past.
Many years ago I used to head off to the Roscommon Fleadh much as a pilgrim would head to Rome or Jerusalem. Arriving in some wee hole in the hedge like Keadue to hear the sound of Tansey in all his glory, or mad sessions in Gerry Mattimoe’s pub in Boyle, or listening to the ramblings of Pat Mc Kay talking about the dead cow in the stream we had been drinking from for the past three days in Ballinlough. [Not!]
It’s been a long time since then but still have a sort of easter routine.
I have just finished boiling the eggs for the kids to paint and then we will head off to Saul to the ENORMOUS statue of St Patrick, eggs rolled down the hill and then we lep after them.
Then back to the house for cream of leek soup followed by roast lamb in a rosemary and red wine sauce, broccoli and cauliflower cheese, fine green beans with garlic and creamed potatoes.
Chill out with the rest of the bottle of australian shiraz and let it all settle for a while.
Then gather up the whistle and flute and off to Speedy’s for a few tunes before coming home around 10 for a night cap and drop off into the drunken stupor.
Not a bad plan, eh? 😛
What’s your day going to be like?