Genna Gillespie of Burning Bridget Cleary
There was Nessie, or an apparently benign and far less camera-shy version of the legendary Loch Ness Monster, afloat on the appropriately greenish Green Lane Reservoir. In a grove just off the lake, Highland dancers and Irish dancers took turns on a makeshift stage. In a nearby field, kilt-clad athletes risked sunstroke and hernias as they attempted to toss the caber—something like a telephone pole. And from across the reservoir rose the sound of the pipes and, farther off, fiddles. (Oh yes, and the heavy, oily tang of frying fish and chips.)
This was the last day of the Green Lane Scottish-Irish Festival, a perfect sun-drenched finish to three days of Celtic merry-making in Upper Montgomery County. It’s hard to imagine a better end to the annual gathering of the area’s many clans.
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