A two-foot tube of secrets. With a bunch of keys. 1 November 2011 3 Comments. A Charm Against Ye Knavish Trick-or-Treaters. Get ye hence, touch not this door,. Retrace thy steps, disturb no more. Our sweet repose at close of day. Thou art not welcome, go thy way.

Of odd-shaped tubes and angles. But no shared laughter, tedium or pain;. Enduring the same wild weather. Yet it knows no cold or drop of sweat;. When time slows and life shrinks. To fractured bits of inches. And scattered shards of seconds. It alone is left untouched. By fear, and all that follows. This bloodless, wordless better half. Makes us greater than ourselves;.

Of Stone Circles, Chambered Tombs, Prehistoric Rock Art, Cursus Monuments, Holy Wells. Add a Site to TNA. Tell Us What You Think! Ancient and Holy Wells of Edinburgh. Ravenswood Avenue, Liberton, Edinburgh, Midlothian. In days prior to .

A day-by-day account of the activities of the Rossnaree Archaeological Project 2010-11. Archaeological excavation of a prehistoric site and early medieval enclosure at Rossnaree, Co. Conor Brady, Department of Humanities, Dundalk Institute of Technology. Brú na Bóinne, Co.

I am an avid walker of Scottish hills and mountains. Maps, Guides, Books and Budget Accommodation for walks in Scotland. Friday, 1 October 2010. Arkle Sutherland North West Scotland. Arkle, North West Scotland. Arkle, Sutherland, North West Scotland. Arkle from the Corbett, Meall Horn. Thursday, 30 September 2010. One of my favourite Mount.

Conflicts in Ireland played a very important part in the Wars of the Three Kingdoms. When we think of these wars the galloping of cavalry, lines of musketeers and field artillery spitting out lethal hails of lead and the violent crush and scrimmage of the push of pike flood into our minds. The Irish dimension to the troubles also ensured that the sea would play an important role in this conflict. In 1642 disputes between an assertive Crown and a very mistrustful Par.

I see a shape, a face, an object. I see him draped in black, iron clad armour,. Scourging me, with his steely gaze,. As though I were his Lady of Shalott and he my Sir Lancelot,. I have never felt so frail before. Often I try to look away but he captures my soul,. Devouring my essence, I try to escape;. I feel my senses go numb, yet I stand frozen,. This is because he is the anchor to my ship. There were moments when my flesh yearned for comfort,.