In 2013, Easter also fell right at the end of March, with Easter Sunday being the 31st of March. That was the year before I retired, so I spent the long weekend break hillwalking, staying in a hotel in the southwest of Ireland. I drove down Thursday evening after work, and didn't get back home until late evening on Easter Monday. In 2013, spring was very late arriving, there was still snow on the hills at Easter, and the weather was still quite cold.
On the Saturday, I summited one of my favourite mountains, Mount Brandon on the Dingle Peninsula in County Kerry. Rising to 953 metres (3,123 feet) above sea level, legend has it that it is named after Saint Brendan (the Navigator) who, while fasting on the summit of this mountain sometime in the early 6th century AD, was visited by an angel, and experienced a vision of "a great land to the west". This led to him building a curragh (a boat made from timber covered with animal hide) and setting off on a sea voyage lasting several years, during which he encountered new lands to the west. Some believe that these lands may have been Greenland and/or the Americas, in which case he would have discovered America almost a whole millennium before Columbus.
Here's a photo of me stood by the summit cross on Mount Brandon on Easter Saturday, 2013. I think the hoarfrost on the cross gives some idea of just how bitterly cold it was at the time...