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Cappagh Beach at half-six in the morning is colder than I’d planned for. We’d driven down to Kerry the night before and I was up in the dark, heading out the door and shared the journey from Dingle with Freddie at the wheel. I forgot my wellies, but while I cursed my lack of preparation, I didn’t miss them at all once I got there.

Then I got down onto the sand and the sky decided to put on a show. A single pink contrail (or maybe a ribbon of high cloud, I genuinely couldn’t tell) drew a perfect diagonal across the blue. The tide had pulled back and left the sand glassy, so the whole scene came doubled, sky and reflection arguing politely about which was the real one. I set up the tripod, and the 2-second timer on my camera, and stood there for six seconds at a time while the rocks held still and the clouds didn’t.

The sun never properly broke through, you can just see its glow trying behind the heaviest bank of cloud, but honestly, this kind of muted blue hour is what I came for. I had my doubts over how good the light would be that morning, but I was pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t one of those sunsets you’d imagine were accompanied by dramatic orchestral music. It tiptoed into the day. The quiet ones are the ones I keep coming back to.

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