In the west of Achill Island an old road winds its way between the sea and the mountains to Keem Bay. At one side the land falls away to the rushing Atlantic ocean and on the other rises Croaghaun mountain. The road ends at a beautiful beach which must be paradise when the weather is fine and warm. Today wild winds ripped through the bay, the day before the mists were so heavy we could hardly see the sea. But this is part of the experience of the Atlantic coast and these are the forces that have shaped the island, lest we forget.