An old Irish tradition is Cemetery Sunday and last weekend it was Mullingar’s turn to honour their dead buried there. Tony’s father is buried in Mullingar and since all of the family was together, we drove the 30 km north east. Police were directing the traffic around the nearby streets and roads were closed to traffic. As we neared the cemetery, hundreds of people were walking along the roads towards their own family graves and by the time we arrived there were a few thousand people gathered. A service lasted for half an hour. Cemeteries around Ireland have a day each year when this celebration occurs. It was quite a sight.
“The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson