Season’s colour and music surround us

THE joys of spring 2007 go on and on.

The halcyon days seem never ending. Out on the coast, the sea is brilliant blue beneath a cloudless sky. Small boats are black silhouettes on the glittering water in the path of the sun. The land across the bay is green, white and gold, green fields above white beaches, and headlands golden with gorse. A froth of white blossom tops the blackthorn hedges. Hereabouts, this is the thirty-first day without rain.

For fear anyone who disagrees, I will concede that, one night, a light sprinkling, little more than a mist, visited us. You couldn’t call it rain. The farmers will be hurting shortly.