Hill of Tara

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(The Hill of Tara with Stone of Destiny in the Distance)

Over the last few months, I’ve been very busy and had some great friends and family over to visit me here in Ireland. This has resulted in me doing some touristy stuff (I bought a little 700 euro car) and exploring Ireland near where I live. In the last month and a half, I’ve been to the Hill of Tara twice, and might I just say it’s well worth a visit – especially because it’s free admission and what I would call an endangered site because people just roam all over it.

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(ground level view)

From Far away, the Hill of Tara doesn’t look like much. If you didn’t know it was there, other than a brown sign on the side of the road saying “Hill of Tara” with an arrow to the exit, you’d not know it was there. The entire thing is located off the new M3 motorway (controversial because they didn’t do any archaeology before putting the new traffic lanes only a couple miles from the structure), then down a narrow 1.5 car lane wide country road lined with shoulder high rock walls. When you get there, there’s a line of cars parked on the side of the road (tight squeeze to get past them), a 20 car parking area, and at a tiny pub and a tourist office at the end. The majority of local inhabitants are sheep, cows, and horses – and a handful of locals trying to make a buck to support the local economy. Getting out of the car, You have to walk up a blue gravel pathway and through a cow gate and then around and/or over several steep random mounds.

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(The great banqueting long hall remains)

Essentially, It’s a huge green pasture with what looks like lumps and bumps of unplowed and overgrown mounds that are great fun for the kids to play on (running up and down, racing dirt bikes, and so on). To the un-knowing these mounds look almost like someone took a bulldozer and some dump trucks and piled up dirt for some sort of construction site that was never completed.

The Stone of Destiny
(The Stone of Destiny on the top of the Royal Seat “mound”)

To those in the know, you can see the remains of a long storied Irish history. When viewed from above, you can see that the mounds make two giant “ring forts” for protection, along with one extremely long single halled building used primarily for banqueting. It was from this site that the Iron Age (500 AD) Celtic kings of Ireland ruled their domain for over 1000 years. It was a place not only of celebration of the Celtic religion but also assembly place and burial place for over 140 ancient kings. There are over 30 monuments on the site itself and most date over a period of 4000 years – between 3500 BC – around 700 AD.

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(Mound of the Hostages – outside)

Mound of the Hostages
(Mound of the Hostages – inside through the barred gate)

According to Legend, this the home to the Celtic Goddess Maeve (kings here had to drink spiced ale and symbolically marry her to gain the king ship) and possesses not just one but Two Fairy trees (where one comes to communicate and present offerings to the fairies), but also here was the place that St. Patrick (the patron saint of Ireland) had his victory over the Celtic King Laoghaire in the 5th Century.

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(Two Fairy Trees decorated with offerings and wishes)

Because of the forced conversion of the populace to Christianity, there is, naturally, a Church with old cemetery overlapping part of these ancient Ring Ruins. The church, naturally, is named St. Patricks, and is now dis-used.

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(St. Patrick’s Church on the Hill of Tara)

I have to say that I really enjoyed my time exploring this historic site where thousands of years of Irish history cross – from the ancients, to the Celts, to the Christians digging into sacred Pagan ground to bury their dead. It really makes one pause and think about beliefs and preservation – and even more so when you see children playing and sheep grazing on this once holy site. But, as one day sets, another begins – and time moves on for us – and yet stands still at Tara.

Celtic Cemetery stone & Tree at hill of Tara
(St. Patrick’s Cemetery with Celtic style Cross and the edge of the mounds at the Hill of Tara)

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Raspseed in Bloom

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One of the most amazing parts of European travel is that Raspseed is grown here pretty extensively to be used in Canola oil and as an alternative fuel source. When you travel about Germany, Poland, and even parts of Ireland at the right time of year, you find fields of a lovely golden yellow inter spaced by fields of green wheat, corn, and native grasses. It smells delicious and makes for lovely scenery as you drive past. These pictures were taken in May of 2010, but I think they’re still eye catching even processing them a year later.

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Raspseed in bloom with ridge behind

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A New Record… ’UGH’ that didn’t need to be

On Thursday, after Amsterdam didn’t work out for the weekend, one of my co-workers, M, offered a day trip on Friday to go see a UNESCO world Heritage site called Goslar, Germany. It’s a midevil mining stronghold full of half timbered houses, a beautiful old fortified house where the German emperors held court in the 1000’s and right on the river.

Despite the potential for bad weather, we discussed it for the better part of Thursday. All told, we figured on 2.5 hours to get there, 2.5 hours to get back and a few hours wandering around. Initially, we were going to take the dog – but after hearing the weather forecast, I decided to leave him at home because it was supposed to rain/sleet/snow and M’s car didn’t need to smell like wet dog for the next 3 weeks.

So, on Friday, I woke up to a light dusting of snow – got everything ready, and thought hey, I’ll toss a couple apples in my bag. Just in case I get the munchies, after all, it’s going to be alot of walking. I was bundled up in a couple layers of clothes with my down coat, grabbed an umbrella and was sure to wear my waterproof boots. We left at 8am and made great time – an hour and a half – and then we decided to stop at another town on the way to Goslar – to see the town and another fortified house. (several of the towns including Goslar and the other one we stopped in are well over 1000 years old.)

We got to Goslar about 11 am, ate lunch and wandered around for a bit. Then, we went into the Emperor’s house and took the 3 pm tour. Once we were done there, we wandered back to the car (yes, I took another few hundred pictures – who do you think I am?!?)

We left around 5:30 pm. Hit the road, and it was sleeting – then snowing. And because we were trying to follow the signs, we wound up going on the wrong road – for about 35 minutes – headed toward hannover (north west) instead of toward Berlin (north east). After realizing what happened, well, we cut back across and hit the Autobahn and were stuck in and out of rain, sleet, and snow showers. M kept saying it’s slippery… and of course, it’s getting dark. Meanwhile, we’re going 120 km per hour (about 65 mph) and other cars are just flying past us. Not long after a car drove past going so fast to almost blow our doors off – I commented – you watch, he’s gonna slip, slide, and wind up in a ditch somewhere….

It’s funny how premonitions are, and even funnier how thankful I am for our little detour.

You see, our detour took us about 35 minutes out of the way and another 20 to cut back across. While that was happening, the sleet/rain/snow mix continued and hit just outside Magdeburg on the 2 Autobahn. We were running about 55 minutes behind where we should have been –

WHERE THERE WAS A 60 CAR PILEUP DUE TO BLACK ICE.

The result? We missed the black ice – and got stuck in the traffic trying to use the autobahn. We hit the slowing traffic about 6:25 pm or so – and were stopped stuck for nearly the next 3.5 hours. All we kept hearing on the traffic report was how bad it was, and that the traffic was backed up nearly 5 km (about 3 miles). Yeah, I admit that at some point, M and I got off and waited at the “rest stop” area (lord knows we could have just walked to it, taken a leak and walked back and not moved more than 5 feet). I also admit that we turned on the radio and I was so stir crazy that I started karaoke-ing to the songs on the radio – nearly all of them – from Sonny and Cher’s “I’ve got you babe” to the Police’s “I’ll be watching you”. Poor M, because not only was he being tortured by my singing (yes, include that horrible titanic song) but also by the fact that things weren’t going to plan – we’d planned on being back earlier so my dog could be let out; he could get some sleep and so on.

In the end, I got home about 1 am – opened the door – and the dog hadn’t made a mess – but he too had a new record – 18 hours with no potty. I will NOT do that again (poor baby) – because he literally pushed past me on the way outside as soon as I got the door open (I had expected that) and barely made it to the nearest bush. He’s SUCH A GOOD BOY! *gives him an extra hug, kiss, treat, loves, and thanks for his patience*

Also, speaking of records -for me, this was a new record for being stuck in a traffic jam – that didn’t have to be. 3.5 hours – before we turned off (we went north and took a route I’d scoped out by map while 98% of the traffic went south on the police planned route) out of traffic to take a detour and get back on a couple exits later.

The only brightsides – a) at least it wasn’t us caught in that mess – and b) I’m fairly certain that somewhere in that 60 car pileup – was that dark blue mercades that went whipping past us on the autobahn almost the same time as we made a wrong turn….

Ahh, Instant Karma.

PS – pictures posted soon – once I’m done posting those from Prague.

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