It is six years since Brian Cowen caved into pressure and folded up the Galway tent, but
Galway will always be Galway and, without a doubt, it is the best place to be during the last week in July.
Over the coming days, much will be written about horses, hurdles, hooves, hats, haute couture and, of course, Ladies’ Day.
But nobody writes about the event that takes place in the parade ring on the Sunday before racing.
I refer, of course, to the celebration of Mass and, to the best of my knowledge, this is not done in any other racecourse in the world.
This is attended by a large number of people, from many parts of the country, and Fr Sean Breen often gave a tip at the end of his homily and sometimes those tips won.
The excellent management at Galway Racecourse have a race named after Fr Breen, and, fittingly, it is the last race on Sunday —- a get-out race for some!
I know that, in certain quarters, it is not cool to be a Mass-goer nowadays, but being in Galway for race week always reminds me that, once upon a time, we could have the craic in this country
and still value our cultural and religious traditions.