The alarm went off at 4am. I woke up begging for heavy cloud cover. Rain would have been perfect. After only a couple of hours sleep, I really didn't want to get up. Once again, Mother Nature took my wishes and trampled all over them. The sky was promisingly clear of heavy clouds. I'd have to get up. I needed to be at Aghadoe Heights, just outside Killarney, before 5:20am to get the sunrise. It's a 45- to 60-minute drive to Killarney in Co. Kerry from my house in Co. Cork, depending on whether or not the place that does hot sausages in a bun is open. As I approached the county boundary, my heart sank. Fat, dense clouds hung over Kerry. Two things stopped me from turning back. 1) I had come this far, so may as well see it through. 2) I'd made a promise to my gallery manager, Carol. She'd been asking for a photograph of the view from the Aghadoe Heights for ages. She knew it would be a good seller. I had finally promised that I would provide one by the end of the week. She had replied, "I'll hold you to that" in the kind of voice that foreshadowed Game-of-Thrones levels of physical discomfort had I not delivered.