Dónal Donohoe

© Irene Lundgaard

For three days in a row last week the sun shone, the temperatures rose to between 15 and 18 degrees centigrade and the living room window had been left open all day and long into the evening. It really felt as though spring had come, the alder, birch and rowan trees had all started to bud and the laurels had already flowered. Then just as the prospect of the new season seemed to dangle before us bringing with it long, warm and sunny days, it all changed. The winds turned northerly bringing the cold weather down from the Arctic and covering the hills in a blanket of snow, winter was giving us one last flash of it’s teeth, but it was beautiful.