" P@tH Im@ges "
" As I roved Out "
The pathway leads the way through the Silver Birch trees that gently sway in the breeze as though they are nodding to you as you pass by and whispering to you to get a move on..
I have a thing about paths. Not those made of hard concrete,gravel, or asphalt but lovely soft gentle-ish ones that lead through woods and along by rivers, and streams in the low lying valleys. I find them magical places and to follow one and not to know where it will lead you, for me, is the best thing of all. Ive lost count of the number of times Ive followed them for miles only to come to a dead end of an overgrow mass of brambles or a boggy mire.
But still, Ive always found something interesting like an unusual shaped stone or fossil, a wild flower or tree or a badgers set that I didnt know anything about as these are the places where you will find these things.
Many of these trails here in Ireland were old Mass paths that people used for centuries to go to Sunday services and they went from village to village. This path travels from the village of Laragh to Rathdrum. It follows a river for much of its journey and you can just imagine the parents trying to control their laughing, boisterous children from playing in the river and making a complete mess of their clothes as it could lead to eternal damnation if you appeared at Mass in a state like that! God would not be pleased and neither would the priest who would cut you such a look that would nearly put the heart crossways in you! Lol!
These are really special places and thankfully after centuries of neglect they have now been restored and made accessible to everybody. There are good feelings about them and should there be such a thing as "being in a state of grace", then surely the people who passed this way, with their lovely children, their friends and their neighbours on those Sunday mornings long, long ago, were filled with such a goodness of spirit. I truly envy them and of their time here.
So when you see an old country path leading off into the distance somwhere, do follow it. You will most likely find me where it ends, stuck in a deep bog hole! Help!
"Agus féadfaidh na cosán thú ardu in eineacht leatsa, ar gach lá na seachtaine!"
Pádraig.
"And on every day of the week may your pathway rise with you!"
P@t.
" As I roved Out "
The pathway leads the way through the Silver Birch trees that gently sway in the breeze as though they are nodding to you as you pass by and whispering to you to get a move on..
I have a thing about paths. Not those made of hard concrete,gravel, or asphalt but lovely soft gentle-ish ones that lead through woods and along by rivers, and streams in the low lying valleys. I find them magical places and to follow one and not to know where it will lead you, for me, is the best thing of all. Ive lost count of the number of times Ive followed them for miles only to come to a dead end of an overgrow mass of brambles or a boggy mire.
But still, Ive always found something interesting like an unusual shaped stone or fossil, a wild flower or tree or a badgers set that I didnt know anything about as these are the places where you will find these things.
Many of these trails here in Ireland were old Mass paths that people used for centuries to go to Sunday services and they went from village to village. This path travels from the village of Laragh to Rathdrum. It follows a river for much of its journey and you can just imagine the parents trying to control their laughing, boisterous children from playing in the river and making a complete mess of their clothes as it could lead to eternal damnation if you appeared at Mass in a state like that! God would not be pleased and neither would the priest who would cut you such a look that would nearly put the heart crossways in you! Lol!
These are really special places and thankfully after centuries of neglect they have now been restored and made accessible to everybody. There are good feelings about them and should there be such a thing as "being in a state of grace", then surely the people who passed this way, with their lovely children, their friends and their neighbours on those Sunday mornings long, long ago, were filled with such a goodness of spirit. I truly envy them and of their time here.
So when you see an old country path leading off into the distance somwhere, do follow it. You will most likely find me where it ends, stuck in a deep bog hole! Help!
"Agus féadfaidh na cosán thú ardu in eineacht leatsa, ar gach lá na seachtaine!"
Pádraig.
"And on every day of the week may your pathway rise with you!"
P@t.