Today is a very special day in Ireland. It marks Imbolg, the ancient Celtic festival celebrating the midway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox—the beginning of the end of winter. Light is returning, slowly but surely.
It’s also St
Brigid’s Day, in honour of one of our patron saints. And after the
long, strange years of Covid lockdowns, the government gifted us an extra bank
holiday, wisely choosing St Brigid’s weekend. A fine decision, in my humble
opinion.
I marked the day by heading off to Leixlip to
see their panto, Oz. Quite a few
people were surprised that panto season is still alive and kicking in late
January. But honestly, most were just delighted to have something magical,
colourful and fun to escape to during these grey, post-Christmas weeks. And it
didn’t disappoint—far from it.
Being there made me feel unexpectedly
nostalgic. Leixlip is where I first fell in love with live theatre, where the
spark was lit all those years ago. Oh yes it is!
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