Streull Wells

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Yesterday Ghin and I went to Streull - it is a beautiful mysterious place, especially since its beauty is not clear nor obvious. What makes the stream unusual is that it is not a waterfall - it is a stream which flows like a stream. I don't understand what makes is special. I am drinking the water from it now. In Ireland you are only ever a few minutes drive from a Holy Well.
















Here the water is sweet and clear. And it confers refreshment.
















I think I will start going to these site more often from now on. They bring me such relief. Spaces in time.
















Spaces cleared for time. Cleared by time.
















As I walked there, a Singaporean with my half Singaporean, half Irish son, It was a lot like standing in front of the veil once again - but this time, it was the veil of time. Why this place? What was it like when it first was discovered? What is the geology and geography behind it that made it the place for midsummer celebrations? What happened after it was Christianised? What was it like in the 1870s? What is it now to us? What will happen to it in the future?
















In 200 years, will anyone still be looking after it, mowing the grass, picking litter, fixing bits that fall over, cleaning the moss from stones? Will the water still be drinkable? What would happen to the world then? Will there still be people in it? Who survives?
















One thing is for sure - in everyone of these sites I have visited, should hardy come to hardy there will be people ekeing out a life there. It has everything. Water, land, trees, buildings and stone to work with. Winters will be impossible and hard, but you could survive. I think of the people in the 1870s. Less than 150 years from us. Would they be amazed to see us, taking photos on our phones, connected to the world through our phones. Our textiles that even the richest could not afford. Money and meat. Wondrous really. What will we think of visitors of the site 150 years from now? If we could see them? What would our legacy be? We would have held on to this site and looked after it for... whatever comes next I guess.

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