I'm in the window of the Tara Hotel in Killybegs, looking out over the harbour. I'm eating sea bass, which was probably swimming yesterday, and potatoes, which were probably growing then too.
That actually makes me feel a bit bad now on behalf of both the sea bass and the potatoes, though not bad enough to stop eating.
My dinner makes me pretty happy, but better still are the fishing boats in the harbour. It'll not be news to readers of this blog that I like a nice fishing boat. Rarely does a fortnight go by when I'm not wandering round a harbour at Portavogie, Ardglass or Kilkeel.
Killybegs is new to me, and it's like my regular harbours on steroids. Most of these boats are enormous.
They're also very well kept, which is splendid for their owners and sailors but, in my opinion, a bit less exciting for photographers. Not so many beautiful weathered textures and rusty little details.
But they're so elegant, so bright and bold in the golden western evening. And there are fantastic reflections all around them. I get some nice shots.