From that point on the boundary fence the land fell sharply away into one of Cook’s fields and a gap had been left in the planting of trees and shrubs so that the view of the distant mountains should never be masked.She stood gazing out across the green countryside, the Bann flooded into the adjoining meadows, the Mournes outlined against a sombre sky. They’d had a covering of snow on their tops for days now. ‘The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,’ she said aloud, rhyming to herself in the sing-song voice they’d all used in the small schoolroom in a remote Galway village. She looked up into the heavy grey sky and smiled. It was a familiar rhyme, but hardly ever true for this part of the country and certainly not today. There was no wind at all, just a heavy pall of cloud, sitting over the countryside, waiting. Waiting for some change of temperature, or pressure, not perceptible to human eye. Nevertheless, she’d be very surprised if a change didn’t come before the end of the day.
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