Galway, Ireland, August 1985

Outside Ballybrit race course during the Galway Races, held annually in the town on the west coast of Ireland. One of the largest horse-racing festivals in the world, the week-long event has been held here since 1869. W.B. Yeats wrote a poem in its honour:

There where the course is,

Delight makes all of the one mind,

The riders upon the galloping horses,

The crowd that closes in behind:

We, too, had good attendance once,

Hearers and hearteners of the work;

Aye, horsemen for companions,

Before the merchant and the clerk

Breathed on the world with timid breath.

Sing on: somewhere at some new moon,

We'll learn that sleeping is not death,

Hearing the whole earth change its tune,

Its flesh being wild, and it again

Crying aloud as the racecourse is,

And we find hearteners among men

That ride upon horses.