I have plans to visit the Lammas Fair in Ballycastle, Co Antrim for the first time in over 20 years. The last time I was there I was working alongside my grandmother, great aunt and sister selling dulse and the infamous Devlins’ Yellowman that is synonymous with the festival.
The purpose of my 2015 visit is to record footage for a radio documentary I am working on and Yellowman is at the heart of the story. My Dad is coming with me to take part in some interviews and provide some insights into how the Lammas Fair has changed. However, it is unlikely we will find genuine Yellowman for sale, made with the secret Devlins’ recipe, the details of which were bequeathed to me by my grandmother and great aunt many years ago.
The road trip is bound to conjure up some great memories and I’m sure there will be a rendition or two of this Ruby Murray number A lasting memory from years ago is the swarms of wasps that appeared when the Yellowman was being laid out. Devlins’ Yellowman arrived at the Lammas Fair in blocks created by snaking the product when packing it after it left the “production line”. I love these pics of my father breaking a block of Yellowman in 1967 which I found in the Belfast Telegraph photo archives. As you can see he had to use a hammer and in today’s safety stringent climate, I imagine he would not only have to wear plastic gloves but also safety goggles to protect his eyes!
Our pitches were in the ideal location. You couldn’t miss the Devlins’ stalls that were positioned right at the front of the Diamond. Such was competition for space that one year the neighbouring trader built his stall outside his designated area. However, he wasn’t prepared for the wrath of my great aunt Katie who took him on fearlessly and told him in no uncertain terms to get within the line. He protested vehemently to “Missus” but meekly obeyed before inching out bit by bit each time her back was turned. At one point Katie became so incandescent with rage, I thought she was going to explode. To be honest it created great laughter over the two days and you could see that in fairness the fecker had great respect for the one he called “Missus.”
Like all events, we hope for good weather but never rely on it. My recollections are of the weather being fairly good, even some scorching days. However great aunt Katie didn’t leave it to chance and never failed to bring the Child of Prague with her in the hope that the rain would hold off. Ireland being Ireland, it rarely did. Here’s hoping it does next week…
With my grandmother, sister and great aunt at the Lammas Fair.
