Curtains

The sun sets on 2022 for the last time. 
We did manage to pack in a lot of beauty on this last day, on a cold, windless, bright, westernest Mayo day. 

And I got to try a new pier. The sheer ferocity of the Atlantic past the sheltered corner of the concrete structure was frightening and awe inspiring in equal measure. This is an ocean not to be messed with. I took no risk. 

Luca, Nana and I then went for a walk in one of the most remote spot in the area (which is not exactly overpopulated anyway). 
Life on that now abandoned farm must have been a harsh, unforgiving, lonesome affair.