A few weeks ago there were strange sounds coming from the direction of Cahamaccrusheen (Cathair mhic croisin), about half a mile down the boreen. It was a loud clanging and crashing, as if an angry giant was trashing the area while looking for his PE kit before school on a Monday morning. It’s probably more building work – another new house going up amid the fields that house ancient tombs and fortifications. We’re all at it nowadays, for sure. Our houses are shrines to our religion – property prices and a mixed investment portfoilio.
I still haven’t located the exact site of the lost dolmen of Cahermaccrusheen. Just ridiculous walls built with massive pieces of stone. I had always assumed that greedy farmers must have dismantled the site. But the stones may not be from the dolmen itself, however, but from the nearby fort. The Clare Library website states:
“It was one of the finest forts in the district till, unfortunately, vandals used it for a quarry, though stone abounded everywhere around. Nearly every one of the useless field walls near it show its fine blocks, to the disgrace of the wanton destroyer, whoever he may have been.”
Now the noises have gone. My heart says that they haven’t got planning permission and have fecked off. My head says the gigantic drilling mole machines are now underground, building a secret tunnel to the Aran Isles.