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On my return to Australia after the Irish trip, I set to work writing. As well, I was busy with the family Gerbera Farm picking flowers three days a week, doing maintenance etc.

My adventure continues. You will be the first to hear of the next episode. At 4 am this morning one of my two mobile phones - the Aussie one - started playing the music advising me that a message had arrived. I always fear those, but this one was not to be feared.

The Celtic Tree of Life, represented in many ways, a few you can see here. I received these gifts for Christmas this year because I've always had a slight obession for the figure of the tree and the celtic way.

I’ve always found Irish tales or mythology to be just about the most interesting and romantic. I think it’s the mystery, even with the internet today- and how “small” the world has become, the mysteries of Ireland still seem to be hidden within the minds and hearts of her locals.

Shamrock and clovers are easily confused, they come from the same species of plant sharing the “three leaves” trait- normally. However, I know we’ve all spend a few hours of our youth searching for a 4 leafed clover among the bunches.

Many people believe that the clover is the symbol of Ireland. However, since medieval times the harp has been on the Irish Coat of arms. Up until the 17th century harpists were held in high esteem in Ireland. During the 17th century musicians were greatly restricted, having to get a magistrate’s permission to travel. The traditional harp made a continual decline.

I’m not superstitious about walking under ladders or breaking mirrors; no not me…heck I’ll even step on cracks with the best of them. I do however greatly fear “temping the fates” as I call it, and if you’ve every muttered the phrase “knock on wood” you too have feared the wrath of the fates.