It was a full, cold butter moon that illuminated Newgrange’s kidney shape. It was so big it sucked the Irish Sea towards it in one great gulp, threatening to drown the pale shore when it spat it back out again. But that was almost 50 kilometres away and of no immediate concern to the three dozen people clustered inside the ancient temple.

The Cultivated Girl

Welcome to the Wunderkamer. Here you’ll find:

You won’t find many musings on the blog, there are not enough hours in the night. However, if you follow my Facebook page you’re bound to get some updates.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s