One of the best things about my younger years was the vast amounts of Irish culture that was a part of our everyday lives. My dad was born there, in a small town called Mountmellic; which I had the good fortune to be able to see on my visit to Ireland three years ago.
It was a visit far too short for the amount of things we wanted to see, wanted to drink in. How do you put into 8 days all the music and stories from childhood? Well you can’t. But we sure tried and we’re hoping to go back next year.
So today I remember all the wonderful bits of my Irish childhood, the food, the dancing, the laughter and the music.
Slainte to you, and I’ll raise a glass to ye!