Hello friends, today would have been the start of our Celtic Faire but, as we all know now, there are much more important issues going on. We wanted to take a moment to thank all the performers, bands, musicians, volunteers, support staff, vendors, & clans. Without all of them, this never would have existed at all.
While we look towards a big return in 2021, here’s a poem from the greatest of all time, Robert Burns:
Wi’ merry sangs, an’ friendly cracks,
I wat they did na weary;
And unco tales, an’ funnie jokes,
Their sports were cheap an’ cheary:
Till buttr’d So’ns, wi’ fragrant lunt,
Set a’ their gabs a steerin;
Syne, wi’ a social glass o’ strunt,
They parted aff careerin
Fu’ blythe that night.