Blasket Islands
Dingle is one of my favourite places to photograph, so naturally when lockdown was lifted, the first place I found myself heading to was the Dingle peninsula. But I didn’t stay on the mainland, instead I boarded a ferry to the Great Blasket Island and spent two nights there with some donkeys and sheep for company. There is a sense of melancholy about the island that is both tragic and beautiful; the derelict cottages are a reminder of the hardship endured by the island’s residents and their eventual evacuation in the 1950s. And this melancholy was very much reflected in the weather. A heavy mist enshrouded the island during my stay, and its constant presence dictated the mood of this collection.
