On the Eve of the Doolin Festival, I went on a wonderful, short walk along the Doolin coastline:
My friend, Dave, joked that he wouldn't mind camping on Crab Island:
In the distance, we saw the swirl:
Which got more dramatic as we drew closer:
At one point, it started looking like a witches' cauldron, like something from 'Macbeth':
The Doolin coastline was wild and picturesque, brimming with energy:
This is as close as I got to the swirl, the booming sound was amazing:
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