No matter how often I come here its a habit to leap out of the car and take a pic across to the crannog where it is said a linnet lived that Turlough O'Carolan played his new tunes to.
I went to walk the trail, turned around .... rainbow !!! :-)
I did not get a picture of them, wish I had.
Anyway we got going along the trail.
The pathway at this point is raised planks over where it may be flooded or boggy and one of the couple was getting nervous of the new walking boots getting muddy.
So they turned back saying that they were going to do a road walk to Lassier's Well instead.
I carried on ...
On the schedule is 3 pm Bards session here. Will anyone turn up? The sun is out and it is warm.
As I wait, I notice t-light candles and other debris around. When I see this at ancient sites, especially in woodlands, I question what these people visiting here are embracing and honouring. One thing for sure is that their time here has nothing to do with connection to 'nature', well not as it is but instead as they want it to be
... including handling their hard to recycle trash.
It is by here there is Holly beside a mature Sessile. Several legends are told of this in winter but it is not often seen. Oaks are not often seen by water either as they prefer well draining esker land, but Ireland's sessile oak can take quite a bit of water and be happy.
In summer when oak's leaves are out much of this Holly will be hidden.
Before I move onto what I did next ..
click here for Bridget's blog of today too,
a very different and dilightful expression about here.
Meanwhile, drizzle was very short again so I decided to look at developments at Lasir's (Lassier's) Well through the winter. At our last visit here at mid October we were quite optimistic about developments ..
The stone work of the well wall looks very good
I was also initially disturbed by the reed thatch material blocking the stream and covering the ballaun stone area.
The mass rock area looking a bit rough and items uncared for though
Also in the area the local priest Father Sean has just passed away. Is there something symbolic of that here.
You may ask who St. Lasir, Lassair is? I will revive a blog post on her some time in the future.
There are favourite stories of her and her association with Brighid. Both of their names are connected to fire and flames. Brighid had cattle, Lasir had sheep, and sheepshhearing in May is honoured to her in this area.
My favourite Lasir story is an Imbolc one, the calling of women to her well for Vision ... but I will tell that another time. :-)