Cottage, the Burren, Co. ClareThe red roof is what made me stop the car. I was driving through the Burren, and that splash of rusting zinc against all the grey limestone and green fields caught my eye. I put the drone up, not very high. Maybe fifty or sixty feet. That was enough. From the road, it was a nice enough scene. From that slight elevation, the whole landscape opened up. The dry stone walls became leading lines, converging across the fields toward an enormous dark squall