We finished our hike through the Burren at Corcomroe Abbey. It was wonderful to get our boots off, then wander round this peaceful ancient monastic site located in such a lush green valley with the evening sun gleaming on the bald limestone tops of the hills we had descended from.
The Abbey takes its name from an ancient tribe whom once ruled the Burren, known as Corcamruadh, from the Irish Cor, a ‘district’, Cam, a ‘quarrel’, and Ruaidh, meaning ‘red’. They sound pleasant, don’t they? Not.
The Red Book of Kilkenny states that in 1194, Domhnall Mór O’Brien, King of Munster and great-great-great grandson of Brian Boru, founded the monastery for Cistercian monks, and dedicated it to the Virgin Mary.Although this is not certain, it is quite likely, as he was a known patron of the Order, having already established the Holy Cross Abbey in 1180 and Kilcooly Abbey in 1184, and was the most powerful king in the area at that time. However, it is also stated that his son, Donogh Carbrac, could also have been the founder six years later.
The Cistercians were fond of seeking out desolate places and eking out a harsh, ascetic lifestyle of self-sufficiency to support their devotion to God. However, archaeology of the Burren suggests a fairly populous region, and the Abbey building itself is anything but austere in its design. In those days, the abbey was known as St Mary’s of the Fertile Rock, as although the hills were so rocky and barren, the valleys were lush and fertile.
The site chosen for the building of the monastery was located right on the border between the O’Conor and O’Loughlin territories. This may well have been deliberate on the part of Domhnall, as he sought to gain control over the region. According to the Annals of Ulster, he died the last king of Munster, in 1194, and was buried in St. Mary’s Cathedral, Limerick.
At a place called Sindaine, near Newtown Castle, a battle was fought in 1267 between Dohmnall’s grandson, Conor na Sindaine O’Brien against the O’Connors and the O’Loughlins. Conor was killed and buried in a niche in the chancel of the abbey. A stone effigy was raised over his grave, which can still be seen today.
The monument depicts the king lying down with a cushion beneath his feet; on his head is a crown decorated with fleur de lys; his left hand holds a sceptre, and his right hand grasps a pendant or talisman which hangs around his neck.
Another fateful battle took place near the Abbey on August 15th 1317 which became known as the Battle of Lough Raska. The forces of Donnchadh Ó Briain and Richard de Clare attacked the army of Muireactach Ó Briain, who were sheltering in the grounds of the Abbey. There is a local legend that a banshee had met Donnchadh Ó Briain on the morning of the battle to warn him of the slaughter ahead, and his own imminent death. You can read the story in my post, Legends of the Burren.
Not surprisingly, given its location, the Abbey is constructed from local limestone. It is cruciform in design, with two transepts. Some lovely carvings still remain; I think there are human faces, lots of leaf shapes, and supposedly dragon heads, although I didn’t see them. I pondered this; didn’t St Patrick drive all serpents from Ireland, back in the day? So why do the dragons appear here?
I was struck by the Abbey’s grandeur, even now in its state of decay. The sense of peace and the light were endless. The soaring walls, now open to the sky, were stark yet graceful, unencumbered with the weight of a roof. The activities of man, both spiritual and physical have buzzed like gnats around cold stone ankles as they endured the onslaught of ages. Forgotten, they shed their load, slowly crumbling back to the earth where they long to be. Despite the ghosts of battles, and the plethora of graves, inside and without, it felt serene, and surreal to drift between those walls.
Behind the Abbey is what remains of a holy well. Here it was said the blind may sleep in the hope of recovering their eye-sight. I didn’t get a picture of it, as the ground was thick with stinking mud, and I was too busy trying to prevent myself from being sucked under, never to be seen again.
Despite the C16th dissolution of Catholic monasteries in England and Ireland during the English Reformation, the Cistercians continued to live quietly at the Abbey. The last abbot, the Reverend John O’Dea, was appointed in 1628.
It surprised me to learn that Corcomroe Abbey was subject to Furness Abbey, just outside of Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria, in the UK, a place I am very familiar with, as I was born in Barrow, and grew up there.
I’ll leave you with this; there is a legend that old Domhnall was so pleased with the Abbey when it was finished, he had all five of the stone masons who had worked on it executed, so that they could never again produce a building fit to rival it. Nice guy, huh?
But of course that could just be more twelfth century propaganda… 😉
Next week, we come to the end of my Legends of the Burren mini series with the story of Gleninagh Castle.
Did you miss any posts from this mini series?
Legends of the Burren
Legends of the Burren | St Colmans Holy Well
Legends of the Burren | Newtown Castle
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Hi Ali, and sorry I’m shouwing up so late. It seems these days I’m falling behind with everything…
Lovely place. These abandoned churches always have such a fascinating atmosphere. Or is it just me?
Beautiful photos. Thanks so much for sharing 🙂
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Now this is what I call atmospheric and vampires you say… Exciting -but I didn’t think taking off your boots will frighten them away! Have fun in Crete.. Lucky… Holidaymaker you. 🙂
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Thanks Marje! Haha… my feet were in a bad way when I took my boots off, so they may well have frightened them away! Crete is wonderful! But home on Monday, the time has flown by so quickly. I will miss the blue skies and warmth.
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That’s a new trick to frighten away vampires Ali …. Never been to Crete, you lucky lass! All good things go by too quickly Ali. Happy holidays. Cling to those blue skies while you can!
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Thanks Marje, I’ll do just that! 😊
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Beautiful photos and article, Ali – what a wonderful place! And I hope you’re having/have had a wonderful holiday xx
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I mean… did you ACTUALLY take your boots off and walk round?! lol.
Stunning photos – love that you made some of them really moody – I actually found them quite inspirational. I think I could almost see this abbey in a vampire story… funny how all the vampire inspiration is coming from Ireland – maybe I ought to take a trip!
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Yes, do! All the vampire stories originate here. I think Ed Mooney wrote a great post on that. And yes, I did take my boots off and it was BLISS!
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No way? Do they actually? Well darn, I guess I will have to find another angle then!
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You didn’t know???
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umm. no!
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I’ll find you some good links
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yay 😀
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So poetically told, Ali! Let’s hope that legend of Domhnall really is just propaganda. I sure hope so, but you never know…
Definitely beats being buried alive with the main posts of a building–for prosperity for the owners and supposedly an honor. No thanks! I forget where I heard that custom happened unfortunately.
Have a wonderful weekend away, Ali. You and Carys are in my thoughts. I hope all the hard work you two have been up to will make the trip less frightening to her and more peaceful for everyone. I’m very curious now what’s been going on with you this week. Do tell when you get back? 🙂
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I am on holiday in Crete, Éilis! Today is only my second day. It’s wonderful! Looking forward to visiting Knossos later in the week.
That sounds like a terrible deal… the wealthy and the powerful know how to dress something horrid up to get what they want, right?
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What a lovely way to pay the Stone Masons. Wonder what the Abbey is like to wander around at night? I’m guessing you’re never going to try that, Ali?
Happy holiday. ☀️
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It was actually very serene and peaceful there. I dont think I would have been scared to spend the night there, but it’s easy to say that in broad daylight, I guess. It looks quite eerie in the picture because I played around with the effects just for fun. 👻😱💀
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And they look very good, Ali. 📸
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Thanks! 😚
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Interesting article. What does this mean: “Corcomroe Abbey was subject to Furness Abbey”? Subject to…Did Furness financially support the abbey? Did it send its own monks to work there?
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I take it to mean that it was under Furness in terms of hierarchy.
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A beautiful abbey, Ali. I love the photo from the inside with the arches. All that beauty and then Domhnall executes the masons. Yeesh. I bet they didn’t expect that! Oh, and the lead photo with the clouds is stunning. 🙂
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Thanks Diana! I don’t know if that really happened, but it says a lot about the type of man he was, I reckon, even if it’s not true.
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Wonderful, spooky photography! I can just imagine some kind of murder mystery or horror story laid in this place!
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I did play around with that picture a bit, for that reason! It was actually very peaceful.
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Ruined abbeys are lovely places. And, let’s face it, most of them are ruined. Something to thank the Reformation for maybe 🙂
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Haha yes!
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This place is so cool. Your images turned out really good. It looks like someone is taking care of the old place. The gravel looks freshly placed and there are flowers on the graves.
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Yes, I think the graveyard there is still in use.
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I always loved that term. If one isn’t in use, do the dead leave? Just teasing you, I know what it means.
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Haha! Can tell you’re an author with that play on words! 😁
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Yeah, it has my mind working. I have to come up with some October stories for my blog.
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Oooh… have I inspired you??? That’s exciting!
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Maybe. I’ll have to let it ferment for a while and see what I can come up with.
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Yaaaay! Can’t wait to see what you’re cooking up!
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There’s something in these ruined places, isn’t there? A sort of sad lack of grandeur, like someone holding on to a lost importance. The pictures really tell a tale. Enjoy your holidays! Don’t burn!!
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Haha! I’ll try not to with my white freckly skin! Love that description, Geoff, a sad lack of grandeur. Thats exactly how it is.
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Wonderful photos, Ali, it looks a very atmospheric place.
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Thanks Cathy! Yes, it is, but the atmosphere is very serene and peaceful. Might be different with a ton of tourists hanging around though! 😁
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Yes, that makes a lot of difference 🙂 I love visiting places when no-one, or hardly anyone anyway, is around.
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Me too!
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Happy Holidays Ali! Great images in this post and great history of course.
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Thank you!
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Have fun in Crete, Ali. I’ll miss your stories while you’re away. There is a cave at Mount Aegaeon, near Lyttos where a VIP baby was born. I think you may get enthused to write a blog about it, so I wish you’d visit it!
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I’ll do my best… inbetween waterparks and scuba diving with the boys! 😁
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Wow, scuba diving. Now that sounds better than writing about a bloke named Zeus! 🙂
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Ah… confession. They’ll be scuba diving. I’ll be sitting in the sun waiting for them to surface. The under water world is not for me!
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