Flute Defenders
From a side road we cross the main road where a dozen flute bands positioning and prepare themselves. Billy, a flautist in the mid–forties I met the other day, just told me to join them. We can meet at Hideout Bar, around 8ish we will leave, he wrote and due to that I’m one hour to the south–west of Belfast. The closer we get, the more the whole situation gets serious. Overlapping sounds of flutes, drums and conversations fill the streets with a strong atmosphere. Flags everywhere. The street is dipped in the British colors red, white and blue.