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Brighid McLaughlin: A day out in the sun with pigs, Pavarotti and politicians

“Do ye mind if we sit here,” says I to the two buckos on the train from Heuston Station to Portlaoise. One of them, with his black beard and eyebrows, was the fecking spit of Pavarotti, the king of the high Cs.

The sun shone on the crowds at the National Ploughing Championships in Ratheniska. Photo: Mark Condren “Do ye mind if we sit here,” says I to the two buckos on the train from Heuston Station to Portlaoise. One of them, with his black beard and eyebrows, was the fecking spit of Pavarotti, the king of the high Cs.

“No bother at all, are you off to the ploughing?” says he. Join the Irish Independent WhatsApp channel Stay up to date with all the latest news.