I once looked at a book of pictures taken in Ireland in 1905. One showed people dancing at the spot where three dirt tracks came together. (You could hardly call them roads.) There were young men and women, the women in white blouses and long dark skirts.

Three musicians played for them - an old man with a fiddle and two little boys with whistles.

It was interesting, after listening to Irish dance tunes in concerts and at sessions, to see 'the real thing.'