Off the rugby field is a sacred well of St. Brigid, patron saint of dairy and the mentally infirm. The women of Armagh Project 2012 found the spring last year, and today I returned to leave an offering of Wexford Cheddar and give thanks for the opportunity of this amazing journey. As I crossed the field, kites swooped around me, and a rabbit led me through the tall grass. Bees circled. I found a tiny snail shell remembrance on the wall, and I will keep it on my windowsill.