“Speak not of the dead as if they never sinned, as if all were grace and good. Let not death create a saint, where merely a man once stood.”

— Claire Loader

Sitting on the steeps of a lonely rise just outside of Ballymote, the old Emlaghfad Church is not for the faint of heart. Weeds rise out of the long grass like hands, grasping and clinging, seeking to pull you down like the gravestones and tombs that have already succumbed to her depths.

Seek the thick leaves of Emlaghfad their sad stones here. Come explore with me…