The Long Road Home

It's about 9:30 am on Friday morning.  After all my traveling yesterday just too tired to do a blog last night. So I drank Guinness and binge-watched Downton Abbey instead.  I was driving through snow all day yesterday.  Either in it, behind it or ahead of it, no matter.  The important thing is when I got home to the cottage, the weather was bright, calm, and not a snowflake in sight.  And I made it before dark.

Yesterday morning, after a full Irish breakfast,  I took off from Slane.  The snow was coming down.  I drove up to Slane Hill, took one pic, and headed back down.  I did not want to get stuck on a hill.  After I got out of Slane, the snow settled down.  I worked my way over the Kells, stopping to take photos of St. Patrick's church somewhere between Kells and Navan.  And I inadvertently stumbled upon the Donaghmore Round Tower, just off the N51, before I ended up at St. Patrick's church. Once I got to Kells, it was beautiful!  Sunshine and blue skies.  From the town center, after I drove past the monastic site, I spied a tower up on a hill I had to get to.  It's called the "Spire of Lloyd".  The snow was pristine, just a few people leaving once I got there.  

 

What I came upon up there also was a "Pauper's Cemetery".  From what I understand, countless poor Irish were buried there en masse as a result of the famine.  It breaks my heart to know that people were simply dying of hunger.  And those that could've helped decided not to because the Irish were getting a lesson from God through the calamity.  How tired I get of hearing that.  It was a beautiful and somber place, to think I stood upon the bones of those who died before, and no names were even known.  I think the famine caused some of my ancestors to leave and come to the Americas, or Canada, if my research is right.  I'll have to study the famine more, but it seems it too could have been avoided if the few would have taken care of the many.  


After leaving Kells, I took myself on a wild goose chase through the Boyne Valley to find the Loughcrew Cairns, a megalithic burial site.  I never did find them.  I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up by a lake.  It was probably good I didn't find them, because in the snow I may not have made it up.  I eventually saw a sign for them later and was so tempted to go back. But then it was afternoon and I still had go cross-country to get to the West.  

I made it home as the sun was dipping down over the mountains.  I stopped and took a shot of Lough Dergh in the distance, just too beautiful to ignore.  My mini road trip is over, and what a trip it was!  I stood on the edge of the country and felt the ferocious storm off the Northern Coast.  Drove backroads in snow for miles.  Saw a copy of the book of Kells, visited copious historical sites.  I loved County Meath.


But, there is something special about this place in County Clare.  The mountains, the terraced hills, the way the land folds gently into itself.  The lakes, and the people.  I have fallen in love with this place.  It will be hard to leave.  Today, the weather is good.  And so, I'm going off to the Dingle Peninsula.  I will have to save the Ring of Kerry for another trip, when the weather is better.  Off to more adventuring!