Sunday dawned bright and breezy, no sign of the black rain clouds that have dominated Irish skies of late.  One of my daughters had made it to the Leinster final in cross-country running. Personally I have no interest in organized sport, but seeing as how it involved her galloping around the woods and getting completely covered in muck I said we would make the most of the weather and we loaded up. Her race was over early and as I am not a fan of these events we scarpered as soon as we could and took the longer and more scenic route back through the Wicklow hills.

Being flesh-eaters, my kids have an interest in all things raptor-like and more…