A Louth Lilt

It was like being back in Peadar McArdle’s or the Conradh all over again. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine Rory Kennedy sitting beside me. Rory’s old friend Brian O’Kane beside him, former pupils scattered around the circle that seemed to get closer as it got larger. Instead it was his son Éamonn on the fiddle. Even though I hadn’t played them in years, I seemed to instinctively remember the tunes; when somebody started ‘Roly Poly’, we knew ‘The Hunter’s House’ would come