Fair Day In Carrick

Jostling between the cattle as they crowded the street with steaming bodies I steered my bicycle to school. Fresh manure lay in puddles on the ground, plastering my shoes with sloppy mush. Men with caps and hats at all angles, slapped hands and bargaine, buying and selling all day long Many shop windows were nailed with slats of wood, to prevent the glass being gored by horns. A few livelier beasts might wander into pubs and shops, causing consternation. On my way home, shopkeepers with buckets of water and yardbrushes, tried to clean the street, but it still reeked of beasts and a day of dung.