Away with the fairies

We said goodbye to Maurice Henderson this morning. A very moving hour or two in Marians house. An accomplished artist, he'd sort of acquired space in Marian's place by osmosis, he had his studio there and her walls were covered in his art. Then down the narrow boreen, grass growing down the middle and back to bury him near Skibbereen, at the end, after a plaintive lament on the fiddle, everyone sang Dream, Dream, Dream in the sunshine.
Then back to Skib, the Food Festival in full flow and the exhibition which was finishing today had a few pieces by Maurice in it. The town was buzzing thankfully, with life and living.
Maurice