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26 August 2010 @ 10:05 am
At Tara in this fateful hour…  

Mom, Dad, Young Indiana and I went out to the Hill of Tara yesterday. This is one for my Bucket List, as I’ve wanted to go to Tara since I was about, oh, eight, and read A WRINKLE IN TIME and its companion novels, of which I believe A SWIFTLY TILTING PLANET may be my favorite. (I should re-read those.)

It’s worth being on the Bucket List. I’m sure that for many people it’s just a big lump of hills and gulleys with no spectacular import, but for me, walking over territory which was sacred thousands of years ago, and which has left its mark on the land, is something special.

The view is spectacular. Tradition holds you can see from one end of Ireland to the other from Tara, and the impression you’re left with, standing up there in the wind, is that you can. You certainly can see to every bordering mountain range (such as they are), and you can watch the rain whip in from the distance while the sun scrapes through clouds above you to splash brightness on patchwork earth.

The Stone of Destiny (which is supposed to shriek so loudly as to be heard across Ireland when the true king of Ireland lays hands on it) was not where I thought it was, but it turned out that it’d been moved at some point, and the place I /thought/ it was supposed to be is where it used to be. It did not, to our dismay, scream when any of us touched it–but Young Indiana was asleep, so didn’t lay his hands on, and so might yet be the true kind of Ireland. :)

I didn’t, as it turned out, take all that many pictures, because mostly what Tara *looks* like *is* a big green of small gulleys and hills. It gets more interesting from an ariel view, because you start being able to see things like the Hall of Kings’ actual structure, but from the ground it just looks like you’re walking along between a couple of long low hills.

Usually, though, you don’t catch a whisper of cheers from warriors past carried on the wind behind you as you walk between hillocks.

Photos here.

(x-posted from the essential kit)
 
 
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Colettebellinghwoman on August 26th, 2010 07:39 am (UTC)
I was about, oh, eight, and read A WRINKLE IN TIME

Goodness, that brings back memories! I first read it at about the same age and I always think of it as the first SF book I read; it made a deep impression on me. I had borrowed it from the library so didn't have my own copy, but quite a few years ago I decided that I would like one and started looking for it in bookshops. I didn't find a copy until I spent a weekend in Hay-on-Wye about a decade ago and I was immensely pleased. I hadn't realised that there were companion novels - I shall look into aquiring those too :-)
kitmizkit on August 26th, 2010 12:39 pm (UTC)
Yes! A WIND IN THE DOOR and A SWIFTLY TILTING PLANET, plus a couple of others which are less Meg-and-Charles-centric. Cool, glad to have expanded your knowledge about those books! :)

The Dark is Rising Sequence (which is more properly fantasy, I suppose, than SF) is what sticks in my mind as the first fantasy I ever read. The first SF novel I read, around age 7 or 8, too, was THE CITY UNDER GROUND, which, upon re-reading as an adult, surprised me with all the religious overtones. :) And I was about nine when I read Heinlein's TUNNEL IN THE SKY. The years of my life, marked out in fiction. :)