Celli Dancing

In the morning, we continued our tour of Ireland, reveling in the Vermont-like quality of the landscape. We were tootling down a road, when we saw a bunch of cars parked by a pub. We slowed, thinking it was a wedding, but it was a Celli. How lucky were we. We parked and went to listen. The band was just this side of awful, but the atmosphere was incredible, three generations of families dancing and clapping, and drinking Guinness. McKinley danced when the music moved her, and an older blonde woman looked at her with eyebrows creased. She was obviously a judge at dance competitions, and McKinley likely didn’t point her feet sharply enough. That didn’t stop her dancing pleasure!

Our stay that night was at a place on a river, which rented out live caravans, complete with horse if you wanted. We stayed in our tent, and wandered along the banks of the river, amazed by the rich history just in the water and the old oaks bending down over it.