Gorse fires: I remember the excitement of being 10 years old and having the opportunity to burn all in front of me and then the guilt for thinking it might be fun

I love Easter weekend. It’s a time that conjures up vivid childhood memories. Most of them are laden with joy, but one held a lesson for life. Holy Thursday, Good Friday and then Easter Sunday — it was one church ceremony after another. If I wasn’t carrying a cross or a large candle, I was ringing the golden bell.