I have long harboured an ambition to go to the Hill of Tara. We went in the teeth of the children’s opposition. The Rough Guide described it as resembling nothing so much as a golf course. That is true. “Hill” is generous. It bucketed rain and we all got soaked to the skin.
Notwithstanding all of this, there is something a little bit magical about the place.
As Samuel Johnson would say, worth seeing but not worth going to see.
