It’s like the Burren up there,” exclaimed Alison, after returning from a walk through the fields with her mother. It’s not something they would often do, but a few lockdown Sundays ago, I had brought Mrs P on a similar walk to revisit the wilderness – as I call it – in Tulnagee, which is the field that slopes lazily down to Kildalkey village.

It’s an attractive field, with thick and high boundary hedges nicely breasted with a low hedge on our adjoining side. I wrote about the wilderness before so I won’t go into it again, except to say it’s about 5ac at the bottom of Tulnagee which, due to impeded drainage outfalls, became too wet to crop. I had to leave it idle, untouched and, ironically now, without subsidy.