Carnival, Tramore, Co. WexfordI don't really do towns. My work is almost entirely about remote places, empty coastlines, lighthouses with no one around for miles. So a Ferris wheel on a seaside promenade is a departure, to say the least. I was in Tramore walking the beach as the light was fading. The tide was well out, leaving that wide expanse of wet sand catching whatever colour remained in the sky. The Ferris wheel was spinning against the last of the blue hour, and the