“The morning sun shifted off rock to daze the waking fields, sending a soft hum out from the earth to drift softly over the mountains. And I felt them then, between the stone, all those who had passed before and I couldn’t help but smile, that something once so cold and lifeless, could link our very hearts.”

— Claire Loader

There is another worldliness to Poulnabrone, despite the many visitors from this world that crowd daily around her feet. Yet, be it the lay lines of the Burren stone, the wind that kisses the giant plinths, no matter how many others you share her with, standing before this giant monument you feel entirely alone – embraced in a personal communion with the echoes of the past.

Seek the past and her beautiful ruins here. Come explore with me…