Inis Oírr (it used to be called Inisheer, or is that the other way round?) is a magical island. Particularly in February, when there are no tourists!
Drunk on fresh air, I would rave about the skies and the seas and the walls. At least I have some photographic evidence for my madness. And for those crazy paintings I did.
Small as it is, Inis Oírr boasts a lighthouse, a shipwreck, a castle in ruin, a buried church, a beautiful beach, an airport, two pubs, a hotel, a hostel and countless B&Bs. But all I cared about was the sky and the ocean. And the light, the light, the light!
Glad I packed my thermals and waterproof gear!