Granuaile's Tower seemed particularly ominous the New Year's night that I visited it. The wind was blowing viciously and it was densely dark outside. Inside, the wind resonated hollowly through the small window openings in the walls, and overflowing pools of rainwater leaked through the ceiling to pelt the gravel floor.

The next day was spent driving around the island, with a break in the rain allowing for some recording at Keem Bay, the incoming tide winding between the rocks.