Dromore Head, Inishturk, MayoThe clocks had changed that day and I hadn't adjusted my watch. That's the key detail. I was out on Dromore Head, the western edge of Inishturk, shooting into a spring afterglow that just kept developing. Warm golds shifting through to deep blues, the sky refusing to let go. The swell was hammering the base of the cliffs below me, white water spreading across the rocks. I had no reason to stop because the light kept giving me reasons to stay.