A walk in the Burren this morning.
Only a couple of hours, but all of the Burren clichés ticked off.

Hawthorns blown into crazy shapes by the Atlantic? Check.
Wild horses? You bet.
Holy Well that can fix your eyesight? Defo.
Clints? Grikes? Grey clouds in all directions?

Gubbins:
Leica M Monochrom, Carl Zeiss Sonnar 50mm