I was travelling over the mountains and saw at close quarters the destruction caused by the fires.
|the forest at the top of the beloved Trassey Road - completely destroyed|
|in the centre there's little left|
|this used to be the way in|
|looking down towards Clonachullion - the fires swept down the Shimna river|
Despite it all, as I was taking it all in, clearly across the forest - the sound of the Cuckoo.