The tune now playing is The Irish Washerwoman

Click on the glass of Guiness below if you would like to see these 'little fellas' dancing to a different tune

Born in the latter part of the 4th Century, St. Patrick, patron saint of Ireland, was reputedly of Scottish or Welsh stock. At the age of sixteen he was captured by Irish raiders and spent the next six years as a herdsman in the north of Ireland during which time he had ample opportunity to reflect on spiritual matters. Escaping at last, he went on to tour Europe and to become a consecrated Bishop. In a dream he heard Irish voices requesting his return to their country, so he embarked upon his mission to convert the Irish, who were pagans, to Christianity.
Legend tells us he came upon Oisin (son of Finn Maccool) as he lay dying, and recorded the tale of his 300 year stay in the land of Tir nan Og (a Celtic paradise where there was neither age, ugliness, pain or decay);  that he drove the snakes of Ireland into the sea;  and that he used a leaf of the shamrock to illustrate the Christian Trinity.
St. Patrick died on 17th March 463.

My father's family came from the north-eastern tip of Ireland and moved to north-east England sometime during the last century.
In May of 1998 my younger twin son Cliff married his 'Lovely Rose of Clare' Joan Ryan in Ennis, which is close to Shannon Airport in the south-west of Ireland.
And it was on this day in 1956 Stan and I were married - so St. Patrick's Day is a very special day for me! - Jill Lawson.

There are no strangers here  -

just friends who have not yet met!