"I don't cairn what you're sayin'

you're walking up that shaggin' mountain!" 

Actually the boys did not require much coaxing/threatening to get their arses in gear today and were quite content to go for a walk up the Dublin Hills-that-people-call-mountains. 

It was another bright, cold day.

Most enjoyable. 

So we walked up to Tibradden Cairn. Where remains from the Bronze age were excavated in 1849.
The Bronze age was not a particularly good one in Ireland. The weather was already shite back then. No one got bronzed. A few lucky ones got freckles but that's about it.