The wild character of Murlough in winter takes on another form, shape and challenge. The colour scape subdued now with dark browns of the heathers, the grasslands as if grey, washed out and beaten by winter rains and wind. Woodland trees long stripped bare of leaves, the last of sea buckthorn’s deep orange berries stripped by the migratory fall of fieldfare, redwing and thrushes; the russet brown bracken beds all broken and laid low.