Early writers described this feature as the banqueting hall of the Kings of Tara, naming it Tech Midchúarta, which in Irish means exactly that. Of course we now know it was nothing of the sort, but in actual fact is an ancient road by which the summit of Tara and all its monuments are approached. The evidence, such as the raised embankments with their irregular slots suggest a ritual, or ceremonial purpose.
In October 2015, I had a very strange experience at Tlachtga, the Hill of Ward. As I walked the site, I became increasingly dizzy and developed a powerful headache. Half an hour after driving away from the site,… Read More
Some of you may remember my recent Facebook posts about the school sponsored walk. In some ways, it’s a bit ironic that a little girl who can’t walk is being asked to go on a sponsored walk. Walking… Read More
I am sitting on the edge of Carys’s bed. She sprawls across my lap, fuzzy head tucked into the hollow of my neck, small arms clutching me tight. It is incredible how much strength there is in her… Read More
I haven’t posted about Carys for a long time, not because there was nothing to tell, but because progress has been a long slow plod of repetitiveness and, I know it sounds awful, but yes, monotony; not particularly… Read More
Welcome to a new feature on Aliisaacstoryteller. Are you planning a visit to Ireland? Over the coming weeks, I’ll be featuring places in Ireland that I love, and which are, I think, well worth a visit. Some will be familiar to you, others will get you off that beaten tourist track, and make your visit to Ireland a more memorable and unique one. Today we’re visiting somewhere near and dear to my heart, Deerpark Forest, on the shores of Lough Ramor in Co Cavan, so get your walking shoes on!
My mobile phone rang this morning, and I saw from the display that it was Carys’s school. I answered with some trepidation; there must be something wrong. “Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong,” said the voice of Carys’s teacher immediately…. Read More
It happened last Wednesday, and I’ve been dying to tell the world ever since. But I needed to be sure it wasn’t a once off thing, a fluke, a happy accident. I also needed to be sure I… Read More
My lovely friend Jenni and I decided to walk a section of the Burren Way, which in turn forms part of the Wild Atlantic Way. Honestly, the lengths one has to go to, just to get some child-and-husband-free… Read More
I took Indi the Mutt-Hound for a walk up the lane yesterday. Hadn’t been that way with him for a while, and I was blown away by what I found! Irish wildflowers are flourishing in the verges and… Read More
I discovered in a phone call yesterday that Carys’s potential to one day walk is not down to her physical development, or physiotherapy, or even budgets and funding, or lack thereof. No. It’s down to politics. You will… Read More
All this week, Carys and I have been ‘coping’ with her new A.F.O’s. A.F.O’s are not to be confused with U.F.O’s, although lately, I’ve been wondering about that… Useless F…ing Objects, I think, is the more appropriate terminology…. Read More