John Daly: How unexpected arrival of constant sunshine brought nation to a feelgood halt
If you ever take a notion to examine the potential saint within, you could do a lot worse than climb the 618 steps to the summit of Skellig Michael.
On fine weather days like we've just had, even the most reluctant heart must soar in a place where the azure blue of sky and sea stretches away to infinity. Treading carefully upon what are surely our nation's most ancient stones, the real world seems truly another planet away as the overhead wheeling of gannets and puffins sketches a mystical soundtrack on your journey to this sacred place.
That lyric from Al Stewart's 'On The Border' describes it best: "there's a strangeness in the air, you feel too well."