We visited this Festival expecting great music and were not disappointed. The magic took over quickly, and with it any recollection of the English homophone that dogs the place’s name.

Joe Noonan was the poet who delighted us with his sad and comic verses, and the bars mentioned are two of the five that Feakle boasts. It is hard to imagine them without the many from across the British Isles [sorry Eire] who gathered about their Guinness and their lager.