Ireland, 2023 – A Day trip to Medieval Trim

May 31, 2023

On my second full day in Dublin I chose to do a day trip to Trim, about one hour northwest of Dublin by bus. Public transit is fantastic in Ireland and buses can take you to even the smallest of towns, with no left-side-of-the-road driving needed! Prices are very reasonable and, best of all, you can sit back, relax, and watch the scenery roll by. I sat in the front row on the top deck of the Bus Eireen double-decker and had a great view of Dublin streets and then suburban streets for about half of the trip, and then gorgeous rolling countryside and farmland for the second half. Then we arrived in Trim, a small town with impressive medieval ruins all situated along the scenic Boyne River.

This was my view, five minutes from the bus stop, on a riverside trail, of Trim Castle which is the largest and best preserved Anglo-Norman castle in Ireland. It is also central to the history of Ireland as it was the stronghold of Hugh de Lacy, leader of the first invading force to occupy Irish land.

And this is my first view, some five minutes later, of two other medieval ruins, this time on my side of the river. The tall structure is known as the Yellow Steeple and was the bell tower for the Augustinian Abbey of St. Mary. Built in 1368 after the original tower burnt down, and largely destroyed by Cromwellian forces in 1649, it is believed to be tallest medieval building still standing in Ireland. The smaller structure is the Sheep’s Gate which was built in the 13th century as one of five gates in the town’s defensive walls. It was known as the Sheep’s Gate because farmers’ sheep and other livestock were counted as they came into the town in order to calculate tolls and the taxes owed.

A few minutes later, as I crossed over the Boyne River on a pedestrian bridge, I stopped and had this view of “Ireland’s Oldest Bridge”. In use since 1393, it is the oldest complete and unaltered working bridge still in use in Ireland. That is 670 years of use and cars were passing over it!

This is the west gate of the castle, backlit by the morning sun. Entrance to the grounds is free and the cost of the excellent and highly recommended (by me) guided tour inside the massive keep is a very reasonable five Euros.

I had time to walk around the grounds before my tour and I circled the large stone keep which was built in a square shape, with four square towers on each of the four sides (the north tower has fallen away). It was an unusual design and is the only known example of a twenty-sided Anglo-Norman castle.

This is a view from east of the keep and across to the western gate. The construction of the stone castle began in 1175 and was completed, with a series of modifications, by the year 1220.

And here is a view of the defensive southern gate, and of me inside its doorway.

This view is from the west. The castle tour will take me to a walkway at the top that enables viewing from all four sides of the central square.

Our tour guide, Valerie, was incredibly knowledgeable and adept at summarizing the long and complex history and social and political significance of this castle. On the first floor were models that showed the three main phases of construction that took place, and then we climbed the original spiral staircases to rise to the level of the second and then the third floors. We learned the function of various rooms and the way of life of the people who inhabited the castles in medieval times. The centre right photo is of the oratory where the family’s priest would have said mass. Clues to its use are the large east-facing window and the double recesses that contain carved stone basins for holding holy water.

Then we were at the top of the castle with views in all directions. The Hill of Tara, where the High Kings of Ireland were traditionally crowned, was just visible as a small bump on the horizon to the northeast.

The large building in the centre of the next photo is of Talbot Castle, a fortified manor house which was built in 1415 on the site of St. Mary’s Abbey. Now a private residence, it operated as a school in the 18th and 19th centuries and the Duke of Wellington was educated there.

From the castle, I walked back across the river and up to the Yellow Steeple where a worker was now clearing plants off of the structure. The truck and the figure of the man help to show the tower’s impressive height.

There were fabulous views of the castle from the tower,

and again from the Sheep’s Gate.

I returned to the river and began to stroll downstream to view more medieval ruins at Newtown. It was such a beautiful afternoon and the riverside path was being enjoyed by dog walkers, families, and other pedestrians. Everyone seemed very happy!

I couldn’t resist taking one more photo of the castle when I passed by a cluster of yellow flag iris growing by the river.

And then, believe it or not, this amazing meadow was medieval in origin too!

Known as the Porchfield, this expanse of meadowland was granted to the Burgesses of Trim by Walter de Lacy in 1194 to use for cultivation and pasture. Later, in 1449, the Duke of York, who was then the Governor of Trim, granted the land to St. Mary’s Abbey. As I walked along the riverside path, interpretive panels complete with historical illustrations and maps provided information on aspects of medieval life in Trim and Newtown.

I reached the ruins of the Saint Peter and Saint Paul Cathedral which was founded by Simon de Rochfort in 1206 who chose this site near Trim Castle after his cathedral at Clonard was attacked by the native Irish.

The ruins are surrounded by large yew trees and a graveyard with many Celtic crosses.

Just past the cathedral ruins are the remains of a smaller parish church and they feature, near the altar, the carved stone tomb with effigies of the “Jealous Man and Woman”.

From here I walked to a pleasant riverside coffee shop, Marcie’s, where I stopped for a light lunch and a rest, and then I crossed over the Boyne River on a one-lane arched stone bridge to visit the Priory of St. John the Baptist. The ruins here date from the 13th to the 17th centuries and are the remains of a hospital founded in the 13th century by the Crutched Friars who were Augustinian monks dedicated to treating the sick. I had the entire ruins all to myself.

I was so glad to have made this visit to the historic town of Trim! I took my time walking back along the riverside trail, and I had a little lie down in the meadow while I waited for my bus back to Dublin. After that quiet hour-long ride, I arrived in a very busy and crowded Dublin that was ready to party! It was the start of a long weekend and I had to really wake myself up for the walk back along and across busy streets to my accommodation.

It was all rather exciting, but tomorrow was going to be a “Dublin Day” for me, and today I wanted to cling to memories of that meadow and the river and those silent ruins so I made my way to St. Kevin’s Park which was nearly empty of people. I had a peaceful dinner there, on a bench beside the wall of roses, with the tall blue cranes beyond the wall silent and still.

Ireland 2023 – Happy to be back in Dublin, and a visit to seaside Howth

May 29 – June 1, 2023

Hello everyone! I am so happy to be back in fun and fabulous Dublin at the start of a six-week journey across the Emerald Isle. After a mostly sleepless overnight flight, I made my way from the airport directly to my accommodation located in the Camden area of central Dublin. I met my kind hosts, dropped off my bags, and then set out to reacquaint myself with this historic and vibrant city. Close to my accommodation I passed by an inviting little park that seemed to encapsulate the personality of Dublin – that is, to me, a youthful vitality grafted onto strong historical roots. In the park, a fine old ash tree greets visitors near the entrance, and ivy grows wildly over the stone ruins of St. Kevin’s Church which was built in the 18th century on a site where churches have stood since at least the 1200s. Adjacent to the park a quintet of tall blue cranes are evidence of the construction boom that is happening all over the city to meet the demands for new office space and housing. The lawns and benches were filled with hip twenty- and thirty-somethings soaking up the sun and enjoying a mid-afternoon break from work, phones in hand, earbuds in,

while heritage roses were in full and glorious bloom all along the walls and in the garden beds, even though it was not yet June. The overall feeling was both peaceful and invigorating, contemplative and exciting – an interesting mix!

I continued on to St. Patrick’s Cathedral and here too many people were relaxing in the park and enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine, tourists and locals alike.

Saint Patrick’s Cathedral is a large Gothic cathedral that was built between 1220 and 1259 near the site of a well that was reputedly used by Saint Patrick in the 5th century to baptize pagans into the Christian faith. I joined a guided tour and then listened to the excellent audio tour, both of which provided a wealth of information about the history of this 800 year old cathedral. Here is a photo of the altar,

and from here I took a photo looking back past the choir and down the long nave to the western door, as well as a photo looking up at the heraldic flags and ornamental knights’ helmets arranged above the choir seats.

The Cathedral is filled with hundreds of historic items including statues, plaques, books, war memorials, banners, flags, and even a cannonball that hangs from a chain to mark the burial place of a military commander, Lord Lisburn, who was killed by that same cannonball in 1691 during the siege of Limerick. In the gallery of photos below, the stone slab is one of six 8th century Celtic grave slabs that were found during excavations in the Cathedral park, while the bottom photo is of the original Queen Anne Patent, dated May 6, 1713, appointing Johathan Swift to the Deanery of the Cathedral. Swift, the author of Gulliver’s Travels and other works, was Dean of the Saint Patrick’s Cathedral from 1713 until his death in 1745, and he is buried beneath its floor.

So many stories in every corner and crevice! And of course the soaring architecture and the stained glass windows were beautiful, but one of the design elements that I most enjoyed in the cathedral was the gorgeous floor tiles, based on early medieval designs, that were laid down when the cathedral received a much-needed and massive interior renovation in the 1860s. Those renovations were overseen and funded by Benjamin Lee Guinness, the grandson of Arthur Guinness, at a cost of about 15 million Euros in today’s dollars!

I enjoyed my time in the Cathedral, and I learned a lot, but I was beginning to feel very tired! I carried on to the nearby Dubhlinn Gardens at Dublin Castle where, once more, people were enjoying the beautiful sunshine.

My plan had been to revisit the Chester Beatty museum which was one of my favourite museums on my first visit to Dublin, but I was definitely feeling whoozy with fatigue so instead I just strolled slowly around the gardens and appreciated the combined beauty of the flowers, fountains, sculptures, historic buildings and a blue sky. It felt wonderful to be back in Dublin.

The following day was, again, bright and sunny and I headed off early to visit the seaside fishing village of Howth, about 30 minutes northeast of Dublin on the Dart train. I enjoyed the half hour walk from my accommodation to the Dart station, walking along with Dubliners young and older as they strode purposefully to their job sites for a nine a.m. start. A goodly proportion of Dubliners are champion jay walkers and I happily followed suit! I cut through St. Stephen’s Green Park and later along the edge of Merrion Park where I stopped to visit a statue of Oscar Wilde who once lived nearby. Central Dublin has many green spaces and they are very very green!

The Dart ride was fun, and it was exciting to arrive in Howth right beside this lovely beach where I spoke for a while with a very elderly gentleman who had just finished his daily morning swim.

I walked to the west arm of the harbour pier and out to its end, past seafood shops, marine supply stores, and restaurants on one side and moored fishing vessels on the other. The morning was perfect, with a bright sky, invigorating ocean breeze, and that wide-open, happy and optimistic feeling that you get from being by the sea.

At the end of the pier there was an excellent view of the lighthouse and of a beacon at the end of the eastern harbour arm,

as well as a great view out to Ireland’s Eye, a small uninhabited island with the ruins of an early church and a Martello tower, built by the British during the time of the French Revolutionary Wars.

I chatted for quite some time with a group of gentlemen who ferry tourists out to the island and also around the base of the Howth Cliffs, but the sea was “too rough today” for any morning journeys. They were very cheery fellows who liked to tease and who definitely had the gift of the gab! From the pier I walked back to the main road, headed up a steep hill behind a row of houses, and found a trail through a wood that was thick with ivy.

Then I walked across a large meadow and through more woods (after consulting twice with local dog walkers) to arrive at Howth Castle. The castle buildings here date from the 1450s onward and are part of a 470 acre estate that covers much of the Howth peninsula. This estate was first founded in 1177 when Almeric came to Ireland with John de Courcy and was granted the land. From that date, the estate remained in the hands of the same family for 840 years until its recent sale in 2018 to an Irish development company.

I walked around the castle’s estate for a while, looking for its rhododendron gardens, but without any luck until I was aided (and escorted) by another helpful local. The gardens were wild and unkept but very beautiful with mature rhodos in every colour sweeping up and onto a high rocky outcropping. I climbed a steep trail through a tunnel of rhodendrons, gorse and other vegetation to arrive on top of the outcropping with great views in all directions.

From there I explored a confusing maze of trails and got a bit turned around. Dog walkers again came to my aid, several times, and I was encouraged to visit a small and pretty lake and also an ancient dolmen, the Howth Portal Tomb known locally as Aideen’s Grave. The large capstone, which has fallen off of its original eight supporting stones, is estimated to weigh 75 tons!

Then, I got lost again (with a map this time, and I am usually great with navigation!) trying to find a trail that crossed a large golf course and would connect me to a coastal path. Long story short, after much walking in circles and a good deal of exasperation, I gave up and took a very rare taxi ride to a trailhead where I was finally able to connect with one of the clifftop paths that circle much of the Howth peninsula. It was a wonderful trail, with views down to a lighthouse,

and so many of my favourite coastal plants to admire and to remind me of previous happy coastal walks – bracken, gorse just coming into its bright yellow bloom, purple heather, white sea campion, and honeysuckle.

The air was warm, the wind was invigorating, and the views were spectacular with raucous gulls wheeling over the sea and around their cliffside nesting sites. And then there were even more of my favourite coastal plants – tiny white wild roses, pink sea thrift, cranesbill geranium, and a very tiny and pretty flowering sedum clinging in small patches in rock crevices.

After several kilometres of very happy walking, the trail circled west towards the town of Howth, with views overlooking the large harbour with its long piers.

The path descended to a seafront road which passed a beach and a house that was once the home of W.B. Yeats. Then, feeling quite tired, and with sore feet after a full day of walking, I debated whether to walk the long distance of the harbour’s west pier.

The answer, of course, was “yes”, and thankfully there were many benches along the way for taking short rests.

Then there was yet another jetty that cut into the centre of the large harbour so I walked that one too, drawn forward by the waving mallows, moored sailboats, and sparkling water.

I returned to the harbour-front road and was passing a row of pubs with outdoor seating when I heard a cheerful “Christine!” It was Evan, who had escorted me to the rhododendron gardens, having a pint with several of his friends so I sat with them for a while, happy to chat and rest my feet. All day long friendly locals had helped me out and each one had asked where I was from and where I was travelling and they told me whether or not they had ever visited Canada. One old gentlemen had said, “You’re very welcome to Ireland,” which such genuine sincerity that I felt truly honoured to be welcomed by him. My last stop in Howth was at the remains of St. Mary’s abbey, built in 1235 and rebuilt in the late 14th century on a stunning site overlooking the sea. The earliest church here was founded in 1042 by Sitric, the Viking King of Dublin!

The Dart ride back was quiet, and then I had a 30 minute walk back along Dublin’s exciting streets. I cut through St. Stephen’s Green Park which was filled with people yet still somehow restful and then I had a simple sandwich and apple dinner on a bench in St. Kevin’s Park near home. I was definitely happy to be back in Dublin. 🙂