Like the end of the world, Glenbrittle is sky, water, earth and rock. It seems that nothing is there, an empty wild place where few humans venture. There is no place to sleep, or eat, and life becomes a thin line.

The thrill of just being there and managing to keep yourself alive, gives an edge of sheer enjoyable panic and reminds you what life is like in the raw.

Living is everywhere. Dying is not that far away. There are no bonds of time or duty, and the things we take for granted become astonishingly precious.

Walking down to the edge of the Lough, felt desolate and with no sign of the 21^st Century. All was grey, sky, sand, water, even the air, as the brooding mist waited for it’s moment. As I reached the water’s edge the sheet of moisture descended and hit the body with a powerful blow.

I didn’t even need to get into Lough Brittle…