Tuesday, 7 September 2010
The Ancient Hill
We had a day off from our labours of love on the cottage,
to drive in a northeasterly direction for one and half hours.
To the ancient Hill of Tara in County Meath & recharge our
batteries. So while Mrs H sat in the cafe drinking coffee
I took myselfout with the camera to look for something
I could not resist sneeking into Michael Slevin's bookstore
and taking a quick photo, while the dear man sat outside
in the sunshine with a straw hat on reading a newspaper.
It is worth a visit if only to soak up it's atmosphere. Mrs H
and I, she more so than me, are book fanatics. We spend our
winter nights with our heads stuck in books. More
entertaining you see to let the imagination create pictures
than watching TV.
This is the inside of the Mound of the Hostages and Tara's oldest
manmade structure. It is into here that the Samhain sun shines
illuminating the back wall. If you look at the stone on the left there
are some carvings to be studied.
To find this pair of newly decorated trees, dressed in finery
as a pair of Faery Trees. I suspect that there is more to it than that
and my senses are telling me that this probably where a recent
handfasting took place, for it has the feel of a wedding celebration.
On walking down from the Hill I could not help noticing
these poor visitors having lunch, alongside their expensive tour bus.
I was aghast at their audacity of parking virtually next door
to the Tara Cafe & Bookshop , which serves delicious meals at a
very reasonable price. Is it old fashioned of me to believe that part
of the experience of visiting another country is to partake of it's foods
and meet the people?