“There is a lesson
in the shades of blushing heather,
these silken evening hues -
even in the dying light
we bloom.”
The light falls softer at Drumacoo, dusts upon the evening fields, falls like shards upon the stones – each visit the magnificently carved 13th century doorway illuminated in delicate gossamer, its ornate capitals stretching like flowers to meet the sky. Weaving through the sun dappled gravestones, the door rises like a portal to another world, its dancing monsters and feline heads beckoning the visitor to enter. One of the later masterpieces from ‘The School of the West’, its Gothic tip guides you inside the humble church, empty now but for the resting flagstones, its lonely aumbrys long missing their sacred vessels. Towards the north of the church tucked into the sleepy heather, Sourney’s well hides away from the light, her pool dipped a thousand times in the hope of curing sight, that the traveller might not just feel the beauty of this place, but marvel too at its humble grandeur.
You can find the location of this gorgeous church and the many other places I’ve visited here. Come explore with me amidst the ruins of the past, we may just find a gem.
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