The word keeps coming to mind, when describing Ireland.
Most of the country is alive with green pastures, but this area near Mt. Errigal featured a lot of golden fields as well. The wind tossed the clouds around in the sky and the sun kept breaking through and transforming the landscape into a glowing wonder of sheep-dotted pastures. I was on a road so small that it was difficult to find anywhere to pull over, but I managed.
Taken with a Hasselblad 500 C/M.