Irish spring, Loughcrew, Ireland. A bit of chill in the air, but it felt refreshing as we climbed the hill, the grassy path slippery with dew and fresh sheep dung. Ancient tombs were often built in high places, and while this was not a great altitude, it was the highest spot for miles around. Stopping for a moment and looking back, the quiet countryside spread out quilt-like, framed in the brilliant yellow of gorse hedges.