SPRING is in the air and blossoms can be found on every footpath in the city. They appear in varied forms: yellow conch shells and densely packed brown curls. Liquefied spatters and solitary blobs.

It’s slightly unnerving, on reading the book, to realise how illogical our decision-making can be, but it’s also hugely instructive

Cork has a culture that’s garrulous and boisterous and argumentative — and that bodes well for a city

It’s interesting to see a county board decide that it won’t succumb to the traditional edifice complex

I’m a week late with this anniversary, but better late than never.

Through the heavy gates you can see the flash of green. Lurking behind the stands and the terraces the pitch remains in place, even if it’s not being used

If drivers are driving differently, is it safe to assume that pedestrians are pedestrianising differently?

Looking back now Pilkington’s career appears to show the fork in the road, the cigarette-puffing wizard coming up against the new physical regimes, the last free spirit before the erosion of personality

Since beginning this column I notice that everyone has an opinion. Which is fair enough. Who wants sheep? It’s an indication of people’s commitment to the city and their passion for the place that they’re bothered enough to take a view.

I’m sure that you, like me, are delighted to see how well our cousins in the Antipodes are doing with the coronavirus. And, like me, you are probably not at all weary of hearing how fantastically well New Zealand, in particular, has done.