It’s the summer solstice, and the weather has proved diffident. But where is it written that on the longest day in Ireland we shall be gifted with sunshine? An island buffering the Atlantic’s whims is never granted predictability. Yet, towards the evening the continuous clouds thinned in places so I ventured into the woods, in search of beauty. I was not rewarded with a triumphant, sunny breakthrough, but there were dramatic skyscapes. Conventionally pretty? Perhaps not, but arresting nonetheless. The woods were dotted with one of my favourite summer flowers, which returns each year to a glad welcome by me: dactylorhiza fuchsii, the common spotted orchid. We tend to associate…
Winter and early Spring can feel like a grim sentence in Ireland, especially as we ride out an exceptionally wet couple of months. Yet, on occasion the slow change of the season makes itself felt with a longer, dry day and beautiful skies. The one thing about being on the edge of the Atlantic is we get amazing cloudscapes at times and wonderful sunsets. And even when storms threaten, the view can be both awe-inspiring and scary. Nature can be a terrible beast, but sometimes she kisses you gently after your mauling.