Ruins

Elgin Cathedral

Still in the Highlands, we drove southwards to the town of Elgin to where we visited the ruins of the Elgin Cathedral, aka “the Lantern of the North.” Built in the 13th century, the cathedral had survived fires and wars, before falling into ruin and disrepair in the mid 16th century. Preservation began in the early 19th century, after nearly four hundred years of neglect.

Today, the site is now pretty much a burial ground. The Chapter house is the only structure still intact as it was often used as a meeting spot.

Interesting place. I bought a couple of cashmere yarns next door. I should start knitting again.

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Caseal Cashel – Exterior (and crows)

My last post ended with me talking about how green it was in Ireland. Now let me continue…

It was so effing green.

Anyway, back to Caseal Cashel. The origin behind one of its names, St. Patrick’s Rock, came from local legend that claims that the rock on which the castle stands on “formed when St. Patrick banished Satan from a cave in a mountain located within 30 km of Cashel. The furious demon bit off a piece of the mountain but he had to spit it out because of his broken tooth – this was how a mysterious limestone hill appeared in the flatland of Tipperary.”

So there you have. Fun little background story. Now look at how green it is over there. Look at it!

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Caseal Cashel – Interior

Translated to Rock Of Castle, and also known as the Cashel of the Kings or St. Patrick’s Rock, the place looks every bit like one of those typical castle on a hill you’d see in fairy tales or on the front cover of trashy romance novels from far away. But up close, it looks more like the ruins of an old cathedral from the medieval period.

This was the seat of the kings of Munster. It was a very quiet and haunting place, one of my favorite spots in Ireland. Outside was a graveyard and miles and miles of green. These will be my last photographs in black and white (I hope). For my next few pics, I wanna show how green it really was over there. It’s a different shade of green, one that I’ve never realized even existed. It’s not the same green I’ve seen in the east coast or the green I’ve seen in Philippines. It’s definitely more vibrant. Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t know. Meh.

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