Sunday, August 29, 2010
A Turn at Tara 2010
Overseeing the event was a cacophony of crows in the high beeches of the graveyard, and the spirit of Ancient Ireland moved noisily through the shoals of drying beech leaves whenever the sun nipped behind a cloud.
On the plains below, the spectre of the new M3, the proposed Slane bye pass, and the Cement Road Stone plant (what an inappropriate word) rose as the necessary evil foil to the Great Tale of Tara, that still unfolds. John Rogers S.C. made a brief appearance to ruin the moment, by pointing out the reality of the threat that faced our fairytale Hill of Dreams.
It has been promised that we will return again next year, and I for one, pledge that I will be there.
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