perfectusvarrus

Thursday, 30-July-2026

I first heard of the Rock of Cashel at the leprechaun museum. Technically, I just saw it on a map, but… you know. Close enough.

It was a marking on a map of important landmarks in Irish history – in a spot that I hadn’t realized there was anything. Looking into it, the Rock of Cashel has a long history with the Irish Clans… though perhaps not as long as one might expect. In 977, the legendary Brian Boro was crowned there, but even before that it was known as the seat of the Irish Kings.

Not that you’d know any of that from the tour.

See, to rant a little bit… The Rock of Cashel eponymizes one of my biggest frustrations with Ireland itself. I know, through my own “what the heck is this?” research that I did when finding directions, that The Rock of Cashel is steeped in ancient Irish history. But the tour I went on focused purely on the church, and modern history… and even then, it was surface-level at best.

To me, this feels like a loss.

I visit these sites hoping to learn about ancient Irish history. Pre-Christian, pre-British. The druids, the clans, what Ireland was before it was invaded. I’ve yet to quench that thirst.

Regardless, though, the visit was fruitful in terms of photography. The Rock itself is a ruined church, which is beautiful in its own right, regardless of history. Nearby is a similarly ruined abbey, equally beautiful if less preserved (the farmer who owns it won’t let it be developed? I think?). Both are set against the traditional bucolic background of rolling Irish hills.

I enjoyed it, mainly as a chance to get out of town and into the Midlands, but I enjoyed it none the less.

And, of course, a sunset to end the post!