Damien Enright: There's a buzz to West Cork  after a storm

Looking out on the fields and the sea in this celestial light it is, indeed, a place near heaven

In spring, wasps feed caterpillars, flies etc. to their larvae, pollinate plants and help keep insects populations under control. But in late summer, the young now reared, the workers attack fruit crops and can devastate commercial orchards.

We look out the bedroom window on an after-storm morning full of sunlight. The heron is standing on top of a statue in the garden, its feathers now and then ruffling as it faces into the wind that still swings the branches of the trees above it.

A few hours later, I walk out to look at the sea. Beyond the bay, I see white water thrown over a rock that's never submerged except at the highest of high tides. It's a wild day. There's a romantic poem I learned at school, 'Rosabelle', by  Walter Scott, with the lines "The blackening wave is edged with white;/ To inch and rock the sea-mews fly...". I'm reminded of it.