My easel taking in the cliffs and O Brien’s tower.

Since my road trip across the western seaboard of Ireland – from West Kerry through West Clare, taking in the Cliffs of Moher, Mayo, the shoulder of Croagh Patrick, the ancient woods of Brackloon and the Owenwee river, I’ve been hearing about the Wild Atlantic Way everywhere , and wild it is.

At the time, I only had my phone to record the fleeting moments, and the battery didn’t last. But I’m happy I took it on the chin when a painting didn’t work due me just not ‘getting it’ on that day, or like on Croagh Patrick where deep cloud stole the view.

There is something different about painting outdoors – plein air or [ref]’san aer’ is Irish language for ‘plein air’, the nearest equivalent in the english language is ‘outdoors’, but it doesn’t imply the sense of being with nature that I feel.[/ref] ‘san aer’ for us Irish, that is special.

My easel looking to Dingle Town from the Conor Pass, West Kerry.

Photos don’t show how bitter cold the weather can get, and I learnt alot about keeping warm – I have my Helly Hansen balaclava now for instance. So if you haven’t been before, take advice on keeping yourself well, bring extra layers for the cold, the wind and the rain and have a fabulous time and take home memories that will last you a life time.