Kevin Myers: Well, that hurricane took us a little unawares, 400 dead and much of Connacht missing
RASPBERRIES are growing in my garden, rich as grapes in Bordeaux. The first game-bags of the shooting season probably contain as many humming birds as pheasant.
This time last year, a new Ice Age had arrived. November 2011, and the swallows are assembling off the Wexford coast, wondering if they might be allowed back for the winter.
Who would be a weather forecaster in Ireland? No one thanks you for getting it right – no one even remembers – but they will certainly blame you for getting it wrong.