A friend’s cat wandering out of a hedgerow on to the gate of a field on a lovely July evening many years ago.

When the rare Irish sun decides to grace Graiguenamanagh with its presence, the locals know exactly what to do: head straight for the old stone bridge over the River Barrow. At least it was in the summer of 2013. I doubt they’re doing it today, in the middle of December.

Many years ago while travelling on the Dingle Peninsula we came across a donkey in a field in Muiríoch. I posted a photo of him in 2007 and again in 2008 but I happened to come across this photo of him and did a little work on the photo. There’s a chance this donkey is…

Cows waiting to be milked in a field near the Coachford Greenway. It’s a lovely walk along the River Lee, opposite Farran Woods. I had an umbrella, and it was a good thing too, as it started raining about ten minutes later.

What happens to old cars is one of the harsh realities of island life that doesn’t make it into the tourist brochures. Getting a dead vehicle off Cape Clear isn’t as simple as calling a scrap dealer as everything has to go by ferry, which makes the economics of removal pretty grim for islanders already…

An old abandoned house on the Sheep’s Head Peninsula in Co. Cork. This isn’t the first time I’ve photographed it. In 2017 it looked much the same, but not quite as overgrown.