The druid, then in his sleep, at the end of the night beheld a man stark-naked, passing along the road of Tara, with a stone in his sling.
The destruction of Da Derga's Hostel
This was a home once - Part I
Corrgend, the king of the Fir Bolg, caught Áed, son of Eochaid Dagda, in the act of sleeping with Corrgend’s wife, and so he killed Áed in a fit of rage and jealousy. The grieving father sentenced Corrgend to carry Áed’s decomposing body tied to his back until he finds a perfect place for the mound that he should build for his victim. After that, Corrgend was finally executed and buried elsewhere.
What the Tuatha Dé Danann could have seen when someone finally cried 'Land ahead!'
Altars of the dying sun
Orbsen mac Allot aka Manannán mac Lir giving a teenage Aengus Óg a much needed lecture on consent
I often feel overwhelmed by Late Medieval - Early Modern finds in Irish and Scandinavian museums, much more so than by known human sacrifices, etc. All those knitted caps, mittens, warm cloaks - just regular garments of some person who was walking somewhere from somewhere and reasonably hoped to get there. Just can't shake the thought of some part of them still out there; still walking.
Inktober days 10 and 11 - ‘Nomadic’ and ‘Snacks’
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