This is a quiet cathedral, missing its roof. Winter has forced these giant trees into frozen form, leaving the ground and me exposed to the wind and rain.

These Irish winters keep my feet wet, and I focus my thoughts on the changes we’ll see in two months time, when the sleepers will wake and stretch their verdant stained glass canvas above our afternoon walks once more.

For now, I squelch through the undergrowth, and sigh over spring’s delays.