So today the Queen of England was visiting my home county with her trip to St. Patrick’s Rock, Cashel better known as just The Rock. Not to be confused with Mr Johnson this rock, according to local legend, was made by the Devil himself when St. Patrick banished him from a cave. He took a bite out of the mountain 30 km north of Cashel and spat it out, resulting in the Rock's landing in Cashel – hence the Rock of Cashel & the Devil’s Bit were born. I’m not sure those living around the rock would want to be referred to as living on something the devil spat out but who’d argue with legend :)
Historically it was the traditional seat of the Kings of Munster for several hundred years.
The Rock is an icon that stands out from the landscape and for some living around the Deerpark/Gortussa hills, at night a beacon of beauty. The Rock lit up at night is a marvellous sight but can not compare to the sight of the Rock, day or night, as you drive around the bend on the way into Cashel from the Dublin road. For me even though I have 14km more to travel…in my heart I’m already home.
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