The Hut by the Old Railway
A chimney, a pitched roof, and a sky lit end to end. I caught this little hut alongside the old Youghal railway just as the light gave up for the evening, the blue overhead sliding down into a thin band of orange at the horizon. Two stretched-out lenticular clouds hung there like someone had smudged them with a thumb, and that single bright point above the roofline, a planet, almost certainly, given how steadily it sat was the first thing out before the proper stars arrived. The hut itself [âŠ]







