We were lucky enough here to get a small sprinkling of snow, I headed out with my camera and the dogs for a stroll in the bogland where most of the snow dissipated apart from being laid on top of the rich brown peat – mimicking icing sugar on an overcooked brownie. Rust red ferns with melting snow was a swirly delight to photograph – like little leaf portals to a tree dimension, inspired by Phil’s latest stunning frost ferns seen in the latest kick about. I’m hoping we get a proper lashing of snow and that it sticks so that I can go for a gander up the picturesque trail of my neighbours field that overlooks the rest of the countryside, showing a patchwork blanket of varying patterns and colours of the neighbouring nature.
I’ve always known Ireland as beautiful, particularly the vast countryside where the earthy browns and rust reds of the bogland flora swish and merge in the gentle refreshing breeze. I remember visiting this bogland in the spring time where the now endangered frog spawn would have the time to flourish into full grown vivid green frogs that completely littered the bogland during a trip when it was lashing down, frogs would leap and ribbit throughout the high grasses landing on my wellies and the odd time ricochet off the fur of Prince and Rocksy our golden lab and boxer who were less than impressed. It was a moment something David Attenborough would be proud of and a moment in untouched nature that I cherish.