Left in ruins in the 17th century by those forces loyal to the English King. Now delicately perched on top of Dunamase Rock, the castle stands as a reminder that nothing is forever.
The various owners must have felt both pride and invulnerability as they looked out, high above the land with the surrounding counties on display. The ‘Slieve Bloom Mountains’ cut a wonderful figure in the distance to the South. The farmer’s to the North did their work under the watchful gaze of the Lords above them.
But alas…no longer.
I wonder what images next week’s travels through ireland2day will provide me with?