Late autumn of 2015, Abigail charges towards the rugged Atlantic coast of the Emerald Isle, and I, unknowingly at the time, am heading straight to the eye of the storm.

I started my trip in the north, the chill in the air on arrival at the coast told me that winter was indeed coming, I spent a short time Based in Bundoran exploring the surrounding coast and local spots, catching some surfs before heading further south along the Wild Atlantic Way to Lahinch to do some more of the same, only to be met by Abigails howling winds and pounding rain atop the Cliffs Of Moher, a sublime moment I will never forget.

To dry off from the northern atlantic downpours and abusive storms, i flew further south to the slightly warmer temps of Portugal…