I loved this little spot when we had a chance to visit Ireland two years ago. So when an on-line workshop asked us to describe a picture in a way that was distinctly Ireland, I immediately thought of this. Here is the description I wrote and hopefully the teacher will like it. I thought you would enjoy it as well.
The old arch had the soft, gray look you get used to when you see stone in Ireland. The constant moisture and the moss that grows absolutely everywhere in the country cause a distinctive patina to any building or natural outcropping that just cannot be faked. That told me that this gate had been here for a while; then the overhanging branches shaded the path, giving it a mysterious air beckoning me to find out what lay beyond. The open wrought-iron gate enticed me even further and I couldn’t resist. I had to look. It was almost magical, walking through that covered bower to peak through the doorway to see what was on the other side. No worries! It was just another part of the century-old garden, but it was such an entrancing sight, that I returned to it over and over again and took multiple shots from varying angles.