Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
There comes a point in every journey when you turn for home. For me it’s the last twisty turn of a boreen, onto our meandering lane. This first bend of the lane is also the top of a hill and just before I set off on the last mile, I can take in the sweep of the lake, the valley and the Comeragh Mountains.
The view from here depends a lot on weather, light and time of day. It changes by the hour. Sometimes I snap this scene through the windscreen, breathe in that short mile towards home, relax a little.
And this is the spot, where my heart always lifts in spite of everything….
A note on gift giving My little book “Seek light, embrace shade, live colour” is still for sale in the Blurb Bookshop.