We also frequented the stone-fronted Blue Bull on the south green, which I suppose makes it our home away from our home away from home...never mind, this could easily get confusing, especially after a drink or two, but suffice it to say we enjoyed ourselves here, too.
After a day of exertion in the field, it was lovely to sit by a wood-and-peat fire, enjoy a bit of brown bread and a hearty soup with some cider, perhaps some tea, and have a quiet conversation while half-hearing other conversations in English and Gaelic. This is civilisation...
May the roof above us never fall in. And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.
—a traditional Irish blessing