Even more awe and mystery

I warned you I was cheating and I am - this follows on from Wednesday's blip and is post rock art exploration!

We came down off the mountain, ate a picnic lunch then headed off to Cloon West, an incredibly scenic and remote spot following a lake. An area that turned out to be a bastion of bachelor farmers, brothers I suspect, and quite a few of them, doing mysterious things in sheds and barns. They kindly gave us permission to carry on warning us it was very wet. We  walked up a steep boreen, massive views down into a vast extent of what looked like (and proved to be) bog.There's nothing there, muttered Himself.Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there, I responded and amongst all the flatness I had spotted two signifiers - lone hawthorns, always promising. (Can you spot them in the extras?) We squelched through the the bog, clinging on to rushes and bog myrtle and arrived at the trees. All I can say is it was magical and mysterious! A little raised enclosure with its two proud hawthorns and in the centre a leacht - a roughly rectangular cairn, piled with glistening white stones - probably a grave. On the edge was a bullaun stone topped with a mighty stone lid. Himself kindly lifted it up enough to reveal the smooth bowl of the interior - and two battery powered candles!  The pieces de resistance though were the two cross slabs or pillar stones - much smaller than I was expecting but liberally covered in motifs - swastikas, crosses and what looked like labyrinths. The site was early Christian but later on had been used as a cilleen, a burial ground for the unbaptised, usually children. The light was incredibly bright, not something you often have to consider in Ireland, and I decided to shoot into it and found a few fairies! 
It all makes you think. 

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