He is endearing himself to them with his stories. The Curlew battle re-enactment has brought out hundreds of people. The battle begins. The boom of cannons, hoof beats of horses, clashing sounds of hand battles with pickaxes and swords. For at least another three years Red Hugh will reign supreme ruler over the English invaders.
Today is a sight-seeing day.
The Reunion Committee has arranged a motor coach trip through The Rosses, that wonderful wild part of Northern Donegal that curves along the Atlantic Coast. We pass peat bogs and clusters of mauve heather, ancient farmers herding their sheep, old houses with few or no windows - a reminder of the old days when you were taxed on the number of windows you had in a house. We drive through the breathtaking Blue Stack Mountains wondering at the area's distinctive flora and fauna including a grass that turns red in the fall. We pass a holy well whose waters have the power to cure toothaches. We admire a turquoise replica of the Statue of Liberty incongruously perched on someone's front lawn.