A Blessing And A Boon To All Men (And Women)

I took cover in Ryan's Bar in Cashel on a rainy afternoon in 2001, fleeing from a wedding in Cork (purely for my liver's sake, you understand, that and the expectation that I'd be at my desk on Monday) and was instantly enchanted by the set-up.

Twelve years later it was a joy to return; better yet, the sun was beaming down.

I should like to say to the local Gardai that it's too late to nick me for what I had in there. And if it should ever come to the attention of the local Beak, let's all have a pint afterwards.