Here we go for Year No. 3! Although still on the smallish side (I prefer the term “intimate”) this is becoming a wee Woodstock of Pure Drop (with Seven Nations and the Mickey Finns thrown in for a little leavening). Tim Benson and the Red Wellies are on board in addition to Brían Ó hAirt, a clutch of the usual brilliant Baltimore suspects, and who knows who-all else – more musicians and other stuff being added weekly. The sessions go on all day; this is truly a players’ festival. If you fancy the chance to sit on a haybale next to someone like Turlach Boylan in a session (making sure you mind your manners, of course) this is your weekend.
I’m gutted, too. I was so looking forward to bugging you with endless annoying piping questions. But I’ll have your marvy whistles with me so that’s something (have I mentioned lately how much I love them?). Good luck on the tour, and congrats on that too – but we’ll miss you for sure!
RATS! That’s the rain date for our Stone Soup Supper party, and too late to plan a trip for, but it’s just a little ways from where our youngest’s boyfriend lives. Maybe next year. They may even still be ‘dating’.
Oooh, wouldn’t that be great!!! You’re welcome to stay at my house (I’m not far from there) if you do. In the meantime … shall I track down your daughter’s BF and make sure he stays on the straight and narrow?
… It’s this weekend! If you’re not doing anything, come on down. And even if you are doing something, come on down anyway. We’ll be pleased to have ya!