When I was in third class, I had a teacher called Mrs Murphy. She was a tough woman from Leitrim. But she had a soft spot for me because of my Cavan blood and liked to hear about me heading off as often as possible to visit my grandmother on the farm.

Mrs Murphy was a country woman of farming stock with a love of nature and she’d often have us out in the garden in school teaching us about all the different trees, plants and birds.