First Light at Cappagh
Cappagh Beach at half-six in the morning is colder than I'd planned for. We'd driven down to Kerry the night before and I was up in the dark, heading out the door and shared the journey from Dingle with Freddie at the wheel. I forgot my wellies, but while I cursed my lack of preparation, I didn't miss them at all once I got there. Then I got down onto the sand and the sky decided to put on a show. A single pink contrail (or maybe a ribbon of high cloud, I genuinely couldn't tell) drew a […]








