An Invitation from the Cailleach

The first time I visited Loughcrew, Carys was still small enough to be carried up and back down again in Conor’s arms. In the 16 years that have passed since then, I have returned many times to the Hag’s Hill; I feel comfortable there, it’s as familiar to me as my back garden, and yet retains an air of mystery. I can never get enough of the sense of space and light, that my feet are treading the same earth as the cairn builders thousands of years earlier. When my fingers trace the carved symbols...