The following lines from Shakespeare seem appropriate at this worrying and unprecedented time when self-isolation and entire continents in Lockdown seem our only defence against Coronavirus (COVID-19).
It’s late February and a succession of storms has just swept across the Atlantic from Arctic Canada churning the vast ocean into a raging sea swell and sending gigantic waves thundering into the coast.
March brings both the promise of summer and sharp reminders of winter. Icy cold north westerlies, not unexpected here in mid-March, brought snow to the mountain tops ahead of Storm Gareth. And so an unusually mild winter gave way to three days of mad March weather.
The weather forecaster said changeable in the west with scattered showers and sunshine. Along the Enniscrone promenade and coastal walk, it was blowing a rain-laced gale.
Before setting off for Enniscrone I had to use a spatula to scrape the layers of ice off the car windscreen. It was showing 1 degree Celsius on the car monitor and the road from Ballina was icy and dangerous.
January 2019 In mid-January 2019, I spotted a ringed Light-bellied Brent Goose in a flock of about 20 foraging for food on the rocky seashore in front of Kilcullen’s Seaweed Baths on Pier Road in Enniscrone. I emailed the photograph to the Irish Brent Goose Research Group in Downpatrick, Co Down, for identification and Graham […]