During the early 1980's my late grandma took me walking. She was an active member of Yardley and District Rambling Club and I was a pain in the arse. I loved going walking on Sundays with Nan. She always got me a crafty half of shandy at the pub and she made me wicked egg and cress sandwiches. Mom and Dad also enjoyed a child free day, with the knowledge that I would come home knackered and probably go straight to bed.

I became hooked on Irish music at the age of 17. Every Sunday night my mates and I would head down to the function room of the Lyndhurst in Erdington. The band Drowsy Maggie and gallons of strong larger were always on the menu.

I owe a lot to my Nan for getting me walking. I must have walked thousands of miles. Drowsy Maggie inspired me to learn the how to play guitar and tin whistle. In 2002, I discovered Irish Walking Festivals, so ever since I get the chance to put three of my favourite things together, walking, Irish music and Guinness. I eventually moved on from strong larger and lingering hang-overs when I acquired a taste for the black stuff.

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