It was only a flying visit to Dingle, and I was back on the road early this morning. As I rounded the bend towards Inch there was the most amazing pale yellow quality to the light; although the sun was up for a while it felt like sunrise
A couple of false starts this evening, and I was starting to regret my earlier ignoring of cloudscapes and sunsets. And as I was also strating to regret taking the Inch road as I sat behind the world's slowest driver, but as I came around the corner I saw this vista; a welcome opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
