Eating with the folks in Westport on Saturday and spotted Matt Molloy coming out of his impressive looking pub, one of the many there.
Jumped up to go ask him what he thought about the buffooning down of his brilliance but he had disappeared.
Escaped interrogation and missed out on a compliment.
Not that he needed either.
But all is possible in a country town.
Instead, caught a big gang of Glaswegian musicians kicking up a storm.
A first pint post lunch/full Irish power in the union style storm.
Had to embark on an Uncle Kevin n kids 30k cycle down the Greenway - epic stuff and all showing a bizarre togetherness for this country.
So bluegrass, comrades booze and ballads had to be compressed into 30 mins and it still zipped.
As did we down that possible proof of a Keynesian argument wonderful cycle trail.
Defying weather with healthy plans, it'll impress the hell out of the Germans.
Could even turn us a tad teutonic.
There's world class wonder to be had there.
Shame I missed Matt though.
Might have been interesting.