Wouldn’t this be a nice entrance to one’s home…or maybe it’s a bit too pretentious for a country cottage! This is the old entrance to Kilronan Castle just outside the village of Keadue in County Roscommon. It was here we met today for the second Bards in the Woods of the year. The first was last week at Hazelwood near Sligo but I didn’t get to that one.
Just beyond the entrance is this impressive folly which is known locally as the Fairy House. It is believed that it was used by the occupants of the castle as a place where they could play at being peasants. The roof is long gone as are the toffs in the castle. Very pretty isn’t it? The castle has a new lease of life now as a popular hotel.
As I waited for the others to arrive I walked a little by the shore of Lough Meelagh. Something so very soothing about the sound of lapping water.
About a dozen people turned up and we set off happily on our walk. The weather was ideal…sunny but not too warm.
Spotted this Oak tree with what looks like a deer head growing out of it.
At the place called The End of the World we rested a while and had a cup of tea.
John recited a couple of his own compositions here.
What more could a body want on a beautiful sunny Sunday? Beside a beautiful lake, listening to poetry, the company of good friends and a picnic when we returned to the folly. Perfection!
A lovely Sunday in the woods!
What is it about Swans that we find so appealing? Their noble air and graceful movement enchant us.
To the Druids the Swan was said to represent the soul. It is said that they performed their rituals standing under an Oak tree clothed in a pure white cloak…the cloak being made from the skin and feathers of Swans. Their whiteness symbolising purity and perfection.
Swans are said to mate for life and there is an old superstition that if you sow a Swan’s feather into your husband’s pillow it will ensure fidelity.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re born in a duck yard, so long as you are hatched from a Swan’s egg.” Hans Christian Anderson.
Yesterday was the start of National Tree Week in Ireland. To mark the day we went to Knockranny Woods just outside Keadue village. Sadly on this occasion Bards in the Woods were a small group but that made it none less the enjoyable.
The flooding from the wettest February on record has not yet receded here.
No walking on the shore line today.
Within the forest the stony paths were nice and dry making for a pleasant stroll amongst the trees.
We spent some time at this clearing where stands my favourite tree in this forest…a majestic Beech.
Nearby is another Beech of similar size but somehow I feel more drawn to the other tree. It always catches my eye and demands my attention.
Looking across Lough Meelagh to Kilronan Mountain where the wind turbines turn slowly in the breeze. Our old place in Arigna lies in the valley beyond the mountain. We could see these turbines from our backyard when we lived there. Just over a year since we moved but somehow it seems longer.
As evening started to draw in we had a cup of tea and a chat at the picnic table here looking onto the lake. A lovely end to the afternoon.
Another beautiful sunny day today. After picking Andy up from the airport after his weekend trip to Bristol I decided to head off to the shores of Lough Meelagh to join the Woodland Walks, Bards and Picnics outing. Sadly it was just myself and John Willmott…that however did nothing to lessen the enjoyment.
The pathway is all along the shore of the lake…it would once have been a pleasure walk for the inhabitants of nearby Kilronan Castle…the landed gentry. We ambled along companionably stopping to take photos or admire some wonder of Nature like this lovely Oak. It must have been coppiced years ago to have grown 4 strong stems.
Further on this lovely Beech.
Further still and we came to “The Big Tree.” John said last time he was here there was a sign here with The Big Tree written on it. It really is a very big tree…
but somehow my photos don’t do it justice. It is a Californian Sequoia…pretty rare in this neck of the woods.
We followed the signs to the place called The Edge of the World.
Interesting stones here and the soothing sound of gently lapping water.
We sat awhile enjoying the view out to Orchard Island.
I love the smooth bark on this Beech tree.
This one seems to be growing from rock.
After our picnic we stopped at St. Lassiar’s Well where our eyes were drawn to how the setting Sun lit up part of the nearby graveyard.
From the graveyard Lough Meelagh and the setting Sun in all their beautiful glory.