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In the heart of the Mournes lies  Spelga dam. On most days the reservoir is ringed by mountains, but with the wet mountain weather, clouds often roll in from the sea, covering everything in a veil of shifting white and grey. A strong cold spell this year allowed the water to freeze; something I had been waiting on for several years. The perfect combination of cloud, ice and a fresh blanket of snow turned Spelga into a landscape without landscape, and unrecognisable as Ireland.

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