This kit, containing quotes by an Irish poet William Butler Yeats was perfect for my photo taken in Ireland.

The journaling reads:
On Saturday, after a few stops and lunch at the same pub where we'd had dinner the previous day, we finally got to the Cliffs of Moher. Despite the crowds, the place felt like the end of the world—raw, magnificent, inhospitable void of the ocean stretching out beyond the torn edges of the coastline. The wind, frustrated and resenting our presence, howled and pushed against us with all its might threatening to tip us over the edge into the angry waves that beat at the rock more than 200 meters below. The sun that greeted us was soon replaced by heavy clouds and a wall of solid rain heading towards us with astonishing speed. With nowhere to hide, we huddled behind the low stone barrier and, in the spirit of adventure, took a selfie. Being soaked in this wind was not a cheerful prospect. But then, as if by magic, the clouds parted and but a few drops of rain fell near the O'Brien's tower where we were, and all we got was a spray of cold mist in the face. It was all over in a matter of minutes and half an hour later the sun was out again. We visited the tower for views, and walked the paths marked as safe - about a kilometer in each direction.