Today may be the shortest day but down on Tramore Beach this morning, I could feel Percy Bysshe Shelley’s great line from Ode to the West Wind lightening my step at sunrise:
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
There was a time when I lived just a few miles from magnificent Newgrange in Co. Meath and the significance of December 21 is deeply ingrained in my being. It seems to me to epitomise a deep, deep bond between us and nature. The tightness of that bond hit me the minute I opened the curtains this morning. The bright yellow blooms of the mahonia in the back garden which have served as beaming lights since early November had disappeared overnight in the vicious storm that raged.
The sun was just coming over Brownstown when I got to the Prom and here’s a glimpse the glory that lay before me:
There was a real sense of the sun lighting up the whole town of Tramore and it was like witnessing a collective smile of gratitude and welcome beaming down: