Misfits

Apparently there has been some festivities and nonsense going on.

"But in Mayo the tumbledown walls went leap-frog
  Over the moors,
The sugar and salt in the pubs were damp in the casters
  And the water was brown as beer upon the shore. 

Of desolate loughs, and stumps of bog-oak
  Stuck up here and there
As the twilight filtered heather
  Water-music filled the air"

Louis MacNeice