The Neolithic Ring of Brodgar, Orkney, Scotland.
The exact age of the site is currently uncertain, although it is thought to have been erected between 3000-2000 BCE -making it the last of the great Neolithic monuments built on the Ness.
Standing sentinel over what was almost certainly an important route across the island, and clearly visible from all around, it occupied a position of great importance and influence.
The site achieved astronomical notoriety in the 1970s when Alexander Thom and his son first published the theory that it was a sophisticated lunar observatory. According to the Thoms, various alignments at the site, mostly between the outlying cairns, were deliberately aligned upon horizon foresights that marked limiting risings and setting positions in the moon’s complex cycles. The Ring of Brodgar, more than any other single monument, demonstrates the dangers of over-enthusiastic interpretation in archaeoastronomy TIme has dealt harshly with the “lunar observatory” hypothesis.
-Ancient Astronomy, Clive Ruggles.
Photo courtesy & taken by Phil Norton.
To the Shores of Eireann (A Romantic Fantasy)
As I leave this home, I do not say “good-bye”.
'Cross the ocean my spirit races, it flies!
To the distant shores of Eire.
Its heritage ancient, rich, and fiery.
Gray sky, ready to burst open with rain.
Yonder lies a forest lush. I do not refrain.
The wind plays music as it rustles through the leaves.
Engulfed in the emerald splendor, my heart is at ease.
Then arriving in a meadow peaceful.
Here in comfort I shall tarry.
Breathing in the morning mists, clouds part,
Sun reaches out, my soul for to carry.
And as I walk through the meadow it seems,
I’ve come across a babbling stream.
Glistening with the day star’s beams.
Out of the forest I make my way,
To rolling hills marked with scars of stone.
They are the ruins left from pagan days.
A shanache is there, telling the children the old tales.
Regaling stories of the old gods and when,
He’s finished I make my way towards a dale.
Here I see the farms and farmers,
Tending field, and flock, and herd.
Dutiful, honest, hardworking people who,
Cherish their traditions, and speak the Gaelic word.
As the day ends I stay,
To watch the sunset for a while.
Then I hear Mannanan Mac Lir call me.
It’s time to say farewell to the Emerald Isle.
But I smile, for I will return one day.
I will simply get up and pack my bag,
And voyage to the Land of Saints and Scholars.
Erin go Bragh!
Even if you’re as sick of the Cup Song (Amhrán na gCupán as Gaeilge) as I am, you can’t deny that this is pretty rad.
The cup song in Gaelic!?!?
THIS IS SO COOL
I LOVE THE CHORUS IN GAELIC
Holy crap this is pretty.