This is so full of the Blarney, of the rainy skies of Ireland, of legend and myth, of rusticity and olden days, that it almost doesn't seem real. But the long-suffering animals standing patiently with their strange master on a muddy road, with the rich green hills in the background, spins a tale of what looks like a wandering minstrel. I'd like to hear what this guy sounded like! A really enchanting portrait!
