About an hour out of Dublin, south along the R755, exists the town of Glendalough. Trapped between three hills, Glendalough exists in a strange little bubble. Its thousands of years of history press down on it with overwhelming presence; its natural beauty, unchanged for an age, blocks any memory of the outside world while you’re there. It is truly breathtaking, a beauty rarely seen for a city-dweller like myself.
If you’re interested in learning more about this captivating place, check out the piece I did on the place and its pilgrim Micheal Rodgers.