It was with no little sense of adventure that I donned my hiking boots, gloves and woolly hat to traverse the three miles from home to Munster Express Towers on Wednesday last.
The previous night’s snow was of epic proportions – by Irish standards at least – and allowing my car engine run for a few minutes proved my sole motorised duty upon December’s opening morn.
The tiny prints left by hungry birds staccatoed across many a lawn offered a reminder that not all of creation’s inhabitants could avail of their customary nourishing comforts.
