A life spent half in inner-city Bermondsey, in London, and the other half in Corca Dhuibhne, Ireland's Dingle peninsula. Two languages - Irish (never called Gaelic!) and English. Dynamic contrasts. And similarities. Great music, beaches and mountains in Corca Dhuibhne. Great design and urban living in Bermondsey. Great food in both places. Great way to live.
Primroses and celandines gleam under briars on the ditches.
Furze smells like coconut when the sun warms its yellow flowers.
Snow lies thick on Mount Brandon, but the hills and valleys below are green with new grass.
This year Easter falls only two weeks after St. Patrick's Day and between the two is the Spring Equinox, when day and night are in balance and the wheel of the year turns again towards light, life and fertility.
In ancient Ireland at the turn of the year, fires were lit on the mountains and offerings were made to
the Good Goddess and her consort the Sun God,
to bless the earth and bring luck to seed time and harvest time.
Beneath last weekend's rituals in honour of St. Patrick were echoes of those older rites.
And this evening, high on Mount Brandon, the sunset glowed like a ritual fire .