After a year of talking about it we finally went up to Fermannagh to visit the tiny home town of my friend Pamela and see her out playing with the band.
It was a proper wee country weekend with the parade on Saturday morning swiftly followed by several pints in the local bar at around 11am, you know, 'cause that's what you do. Pamelas mum Emily made us feel right at home with a fresh supply of tea and boiled cake and their dog Queenie constantly asserted her authority over the household, (especially when I had any form of food in my hand).
Anyway it was a great weekend and it was nice to get out and snap some pictures of friends for a change.
This is Pamela's wee niece sitting on the bass drum with her dad. Four and a half years old and sharp as a tack. Can already count to 10 in French and Italian.
And a few more with friends up in the mountains.
Ciao!!
