The twisted trunk of an old, moss-covered tree – a magically place where fairies emerge at dusk.
We saw this washed-up tyre on the coast a few weeks ago. It was creating it’s only liquid pool around it, as it became stranded by the retreating tide.
It has been a slow start to the spring here in the west of Ireland, but finally there is a prolific display of spring flowers to enjoy.
………at the beach. Imagine; a sunny summer’s day, the sand so warm your feet feel they are being massaged as you walk along; a gentle breeze coming from the sea. There are butterflies fluttering and bees buzzing in the wild flowers of the dunes; you are waiting to digest your lunch before you sample the water, which you know will be cool but refreshing.
Standing taller than its fellow flowers, this ox-eyed daisy appears to be standing out as a face in the crowd.
Peacock butterflies are one of the most colourful of our Irish butterflies. On a cold January, the thought of their summer wings, brightens the day.
This is my favourite Irish mammal – the Irish Hare. This year we had one visit our garden. The photo was taken through my kitchen window so not the best photo!