Today has been a very long and tiring day but great fun!
So much happened it will take me two posts to record it for you.
It was another glorious day: blue skies and hot sunshine. I woke early because the chickens were making a dreadful noise: I am attuned to listening to chickens, at least one of my hens owed its life to the fact that as soon as I heard a squeak out of her in the very early morning I rushed outside in pyjamas and wellington boots and went immediately to her, whereupon I saw a fox with her in its jaws. I clapped my hands loudly, the fox dropped her at once and ran away, and the hen seemed rather perturbed but fine apart from a few ruffled feathers. She lived for many years after that.
Anyway, this morning, my friends slumbered on soundly as I dashed downstairs looking very chic in pyjamas, silk dressing gown and trainers! I went straight to look in the nesting box to see whether an early hen had laid an egg, to account for the noise but no hen and no eggs. I let myself into the chicken run and opened up the door. There was the cockerel, flanked by his harem, all sitting comfortably on their perch, not a feather out of place. They gave me a communal, very old-fashioned look as if to say “Yes, was there something?”
Clearly they had just been over-come with the joy of the morning and had to announce their pleasure. Loudly.
I could not get back to sleep so had my tea, porridge and fruit and spent a couple of hours working hard on my music theory.
At around ten in the morning I and my friend and her husband all set off for Cork City for the Street Festival: they were to play in their band, marching through the streets and then to sit in the grounds of the old Butter Exchange giving a concert.
They sounded lovely and were greeted with rapturous applause and were followed later in the afternoon by a man and his piano-accordion playing folk songs. People sat on chairs and the grass in the sun having a lovely time. The festival was great with curry stalls, spice stalls, Irish Beef Burgers, local Ice Cream (I had honeycomb and chocolate in a double cornet!), jewellery, Punch and Judy, Stilt walkers, magic shows later in the day, dancing, a ceilidh in the early evening, an old Irish Caravan with a traditional story teller, White Elephant stall, balloon sculpture, face painting, you name it, it was there! There was also a rather nice small pavilion set up as if a Roman Senator was having a picnic, complete with his slaves, the food and his armed escort. Unfortunately I could never take a photo of the set up since there were always friends inside talking to the participants and obscuring the view, or the participants themselves kept wandering away to enjoy the festival leaving empty gaps! A lovely episode took place when a bride came to get married in Cork’s oldest church right in the middle of the festival, and of course we all clapped and the bride and her father waved.
There were some lovely old buildings and I learned a great deal about some of the local history which I will post tomorrow, there is too much for one post today! So I will leave you with a set of pix from today and hope you like them.
The band marching up the hill.
The band in the garden.
Story telling caravan exterior above, and interior below
Roman dignitary with his armed escort ;
Punch being apprehended by the law
The Wedding Party:
The church is at the top of a hill and one of the festival streets: one of the photographers said it was a pity that the wedding party had not walked up to the church flanked by an Honour Guard of face painters, balloon modellers and stilt walkers. The policeman keeping order said that he agreed and mentioned that he and his colleagues would have been on hand to sort out any ‘domestics’, referring both to the notoriously highly-strung feelings of many brides and the dreadful beating Mrs Punch receives from Mr Punch!!
The lovely Girls’ choir,
How to take a rest when you are a stilt walker!