The morning is quiet and peaceful, and so I busy myself with tying labels onto the various bottles and jars - sometimes its hard for even me to remember which is the white clover honey mead and which the wildflower honey mead otherwise! I hum softly to myself as I work, tying on the little scraps of paper with coloured wool threads.

I'm glad of the distraction when I see a gentleman - maybe a customer? - enter my bóthan, and smile a welcome good morning to him. It is not someone I recognise immediately from around Tara marketplace, but he is a fine looking man and I am immediately charmed by the playful gleam in his eyes as he seats himself before me and enquires about melomel.

"A fine morning it is, and you've come to the right place, sir! I have both mead and melomel, of several fruit varieties, so I'm sure one will be to your liking. Let me offer you a taste so you can decide."

I set out a cup on the table and reach for a bottle of blackcurrant melomel, pouring a measure for the gentleman to sample. "I hope you're enjoying your visit to Tara," I smile as I push the cup across to him.