The Irish playwright, John Millington Synge (1871-1909) wrote the following:

I walked up this morning along the slope from the east to the top of Sybil Head, where one comes out suddenly on the brow of a cliff with a straight fall of many hundreds of feet into the sea. It is a place of indescribable grandeur, where one can see Carrantuohill and the Skelligs and Loop Head and the full sweep of the Atlantic, and overall, the wonderfully tender and searching light that is seen only in Kerry.
One wonders in these places why there is anyone left in Dublin, or London, or Paris, when it would be better, one would think, to live in a tent or a hut with this magnificent sea and sky, and to breathe this wonderful air, which is like wine in one’s teeth.