I was in Trier one Christmas Day (in Germany the trains run every day). There was a session in a riverside pub with snow falling outside.
(Irish, of course, for reasons amply illustrated in threads passim on fascists hijacking music).
Last weekend this nyckelharpa, Henrik, dropped by to visit his friend Henry the Hoover and go to the nyckelharpa doctor who lives nearby.
Oooh, there's always something happening in North London in case you can't get to Trier . . .