With recent cloudy overnight weather it has been difficult to find an opportunity to get out and photograph Comet NEOWISE or C/2020 F3 (NEOWISE).

The celestial body is now heading away from Earth and is fading, soon to disappear.

So with a good evening sky and a forecast for clear skies I headed into the mountains.

Photographing clouds and other scenes as I waited for the sky to darken, I was greeted about an hour after sunset with more and more cloud. Thickening all the while, I eventually lost sight of any open sky.

As midnight approached, sunset was at 21:40 - I descended out of the mountains really with the intention of heading on, to abandon hope of photographing the comet.

But as the altitude changed, so did my view of the sky - I could finally see some stars and the Plough became visible in the northern sky.

I knew that NEOWISE would be close to the Plough and sure enough when I found a quiet crossroads in the Irish countryside I finally had a view of the whole sky.

Surprised that I could just see it with the unaided eye, I quickly set about photographing the comet, first with a wideangle lens then with a longer lens.

It burns a fine green at the moment, having been a red colour last week.

And that might be the last time I have the opportunity to search for and photograph NEOWISE as the forecast for night skies over Ireland for the rest of July aren't wonderful. But, with the patience of a photographer I will have at least another attempt.

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Stone walls in Ireland are as old as farming, the oldest known to be those from Ireland's prehistoric farmers at the Ceide Fields in North Mayo which are approximately 6,000 years old..

Like any field enclosure they provide many uses: keeping cows and sheep in, keeping others out, delineating 'my land' from 'your land', but these stone walls also provide another useful function - they are dry built out of the local stone, in fact usually the stone from the very fields that they enclose. So by building the walls farmers are clearing the land.

And so the stone walls that one finds on travels in Ireland are local to that area. In County Down ( see image below) they are typically massive granite boulders, bigger than anywhere else and in Galway they are built of the abundant limestone.

A walk along Synge Street in Dublin.

Located just off the South Circular Road, beside Saint Kevin's Church and Portobello - Synge Street is a quiet and leafy street inside Dublin's canals.

In recent years it has featured in the Irish film Sing Street, a fine film set in 1980s Dublin that features the story of Conor Lawlor, his troubled life at a new school and his new found affection for Raphina (played by Lucy Boynton) whom he aims to befriend by starting a band.

Just to the right of the opening sequence is No. 40 Synge Street, where the character Raphina lives.

The film was directed by John Carney who also directed the Oscar winning film Once, Sing Street stars Aidan Gillen, Jack Reynor and Maria Doyle Kennedy as well as a host of new talent including Ferdia Walsh-Peelo who plays Conor.

Enjoy the short walk through the autumnal street.

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Perhaps in order to allow the good folks of South County Dublin to visit IKEA, the Irish Government today announced that restrictions due to Coronavirus / COVID-19 would now be relaxed to a county travel basis.

So, from 8th June Irish people can travel freely within their own county as if rural Ireland lives in some kind of GAA theme park - sure why would a resident of Limerick, situated right on the border of County Clare need to travel more than 20km into the neighbouring county?

Or indeed someone from Clonmel, the chief town of Tipperary and situated on the border with Waterford, why would they need to travel more than 20km into the mountainous county just across the River Suir?

Is it because the powers that be in Dublin think that residents of rural Ireland only operate, like in GAA circles, in some kind of tribal mindset where they whip out the Up Laois flags to celebrate being able to travel in some parochially patriotic fashion?