Anyway I asked Jim if he’d fancy a bit of an outing on the bank holl Monday. He immediately said he’d like to take a ramble up Loughcrew, to test his own fitness and mobility after the winter. It was a dry, sunny, blustery morning and after coffee and biscuits for inner warmth we went on our way. I was surprised by the number of cars in the car park, having already forgotten that it was a bank hollier and the schools were closed for Easter. The path is on smooth, sheep-clipped grass which makes for a comfortable climb, apart from the steep incline. There wasn’t a bother on Jim as he sailed up, taking it steady and easy all the way to the top. The wind was in our faces most of the way, which didn’t help so it was nice to sit on the sheltered side of the cairn and get our breath back. Earlier I had written down what I needed in life and after a chat with the old gods I dropped the slip of paper down between the stones on the cairn and left it to them to look after it for me. I suppose it’s much the same as a trip to the church for more traditional worshipers; it’s the feeling of asking a greater power to give you a dig out of a hard situation and trusting that it will all work out. It’s hard to adequately describe how much lighter I felt on leaving the hill. I felt that I had left the weight of the world up there and thankfully the burden has remained off my shoulders in the intervening time. I feel confident that things will fall into place in the right way, at the right time, with a bit of help from beyond.
