My affection for medieval ecclesiastical architecture and sculpture, an affinity totally unsupported by any actual knowledge of or interest in religion, was one of the motivations behind this trip to Ireland. Even if Cromwell’s effort to destroy Irish churches was, shall we say, a smashing success, I figured the remaining piles of rubble would be worth seeing. Therefore we took an afternoon off from Dublin and boarded the anachronistic St. Kevin’s Bus to Glendalough.
This is one of the most important and frequently visited monastic sites in the country; the bus was full. But the site is large and crowds disperse quickly through it, so it still offers a feeling of seclusion.
There are paths along two lakes, passing a smaller church and going uphill to the site of St. Kevin’s cell.
Kevin was a hermit with an eye for a view.