Cast Iron Kettles and other Images from Ireland

When my wife Mary first moved in with me, one of the first things she set up was her kettle, an electric model: fill it with water, press the button and minutes later, you've got boiling water for your tea. The Irish love their tea.
Mary and I stayed in a wonderful bed and breakfast in Ballyvaughan a couple of nights ago, and I found these three old cast iron kettles on display there, so I had to take a picture of them. The bed and breakfast owner said they're hard to come by these days. These three show their age beautifully.
Ballyvaughan


The craic was good as we stopped in at several pubs and heard some beautiful songs, hilarious limericks and good tunes. I sat down in Greene's Pub and played a few tunes with a small group of players while Mary connected with a couple who happened to live in Mary's hometown of Murroe.
On our way home, I quickly took shots from inside the car: