The gorse glowed golden with an otherworldly effervescence, as 250 Irish pilgrims wound their way down into the ruined monastic city of Glendalough on Easter Saturday. We walked along this ancient path in the footsteps of our ancestors, who have come here in search of solace since Glendalough was an alleged Celtic site of Lughnasa celebrations more than two thousand years ago. There is something magical about making a pilgrimage to Glendalough. This is not about historic heritage: it is about savouring the living, breathing spirituality of our land.
Our walk was part of an important resurrection ...
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