Wednesday, 22 February 2012

And into dust

For fifteen centuries monks worshipped at this site in the Wicklow Mountains, and some rest in the graveyard under slabs as large as tables.

Like every graveyard here, it lies in the shadow of yew trees, whose remarkable age make them symbols of life and death. I assumed that when people founded a church here, they planted yews. Yews can stand for many centuries, though, and recently I heard speculation that it was the other way around: the churches and monasteries were built where the yews already stood.

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