Bending with the Breeze

As you can see, no snow. Not so much as a single flake. Even the mountain half a mile from this spot has lost its white crow. Instead we have grey, grey and even more grey. After many years of being blown seaward by the prevailing wind rolling down off the mountain, this little thorn bush has adopted a permanent stoop. The bushes version of going with the flow.

Now it's sit down time to watch the Ireland v Wales Rugby match. The Irish pundits are all pretty gung-ho but I have a nasty feeling about this one. We don't do favouritism well.