March, 2010


In London, the spring hadn't advanced in the way it had in Sligo, as indicated by clusters of daffodils and snow drops, gathered on the grassy banks beside the road to Lisadell House. It was odd really given that from Knock, the countryside was still covered with a blanket of frost, and the trees and fields shimmered in silver which created a remarkable Winter wonderland, seen through gaps in the steamed-up car windows.... Read More