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Hill of Tara and Trim

 We have chosen to take it easy this trip.

Previously it was a case of trying to fit in as much as possible at break neck speed making ourselves exhausted and not really allowing ourselves to be in the moment because we were too busy filming.

Although part of the project of coming to Ireland has been to film it was plainly obvious to us that we wanted to connect more with places, people and experiences rather than flying through them for the sake of more content creation.

This morning we took time to enjoy our breakfast at our accommodation and to then make our way to the Hill of Tara to delve into the history of the Irish Kings and just 'take it in'.

After hitting the shops and looking for a few trinkets to bring home we walked the site and sat down on the grass on one of the mounds to just consider the history of the place that we were at.

The Hill had been used for over 5000 years as a place of gathering and burial, inauguration and exchange of prisoners.

Sitting on the site it was easy to see why it was chosen as it overlooked to Boyne Valley in all directions.

The Hill was believed to be the site where the Gods entered into our world.

Hard to believe that the powers in charge thought it would be a grand idea to put a highway through the site a few years ago!



To look at the past of this beautiful country is to connect with so many levels of belief and faith in the unseen world of Gods, elementals and fairies. 

As we walked towards the Stone of Destiny where the Kings of Ireland were crowned a black raven flew right onto the top of the stone and sat there until we got closer and I managed to take a short video of the bird and stone.

Interesting at the Morrigan often appears as a raven in mythology and she is connected to the world of the fairies. So, after wanting a connection with the fairies for the last few days we were given a magickal moment with the Queen of the fairies as she made sure we saw her and acknowledged her at this spot so important to the history of Ireland.

We then went to our accommodation for the night which was the oldest pub in Trim - Brogan's which was on the main street.

This ended up being rather lovely accommodation but it was rather loud as it was the main street of the town.

Brogans was built from stone taken from Trim Castle, just 8 minutes walk from the pub and it started taking guests in 1915.

Our final stop for the day was Bective Abbey which sat just on the outskirts of Trim. This was an Abbey constructed to be a place of reflection and solitude for Cistercian Monks.


The cloisters ruined abbey was open for us to wander and admire and frankly was pretty magnificent.

I was pretty astounded at the fact that it was so available to everyone. That would not be the case if it was in Australia. It would probably either have been pulled down for apartments, tagged to an inch of it's life or marked as unsafe and no one would be able to enjoy it.

Tomorrow we say goodbye to our beautiful friend Danielle who has been with us for the last few days and we are already feeling sad.

More tomorrow...





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