On Inis Mór, the largest of the Aran Islands.
The site of a prehistoric slaughter. Hundreds of thousands of men destroyed.
Sharp stones embedded in the bedrock to damage horses.
A place for the performance of rites.
On the edge of a cliff above the Atlantic.
Looking down you feel the urge to join the waves. Time is marked by the endless beat of the sea on the rock.
Amidst the multitude, an old man and a young girl struggle up the hill in the blinding rain.
You are wet through before you wake here.