Countryside near Fourknocks Tomb |
When we
took the walking tour of Drogheda, our guide asked Kevin if he had been to
Newgrange. “Oh, yes,” Kevin said. “We
really enjoyed it.”
“How
would you like to go to a tomb you can visit all by yourself?,” the guide
asked, with a hint of a smile.
That was
how we found out about Fourknocks, a small megalithic tomb of about the same
age as Newgrange and the procedure for visiting it. Although it is mentioned on
a couple of websites, it’s not one that most tourists ever hear about. Of course, we had to go!
Because
we didn’t have a car while we were in Drogheda, we investigated every way we
could think of to get to Fourknocks, which is in a farmer’s field about 11
kilometers from Newgrange. But there were no buses that traveled that area, and the only recourse would have been to hire a taxi, which was too expensive. So
although we had a long drive ahead of us on the day we picked up our car at
Dublin Airport, we decided we would find Fourknocks first.
We had a
number for Mr. Finian Whyte who takes care of the key for the site. I called
and talked to Mrs. Whyte who said she would be home all day Saturday, and we
could come and get the key. But finding the Whyte place wasn’t easy.
Kevin
input the coordinates of Fourknocks (so called because the Irish name for the
site sounds like that in English), but following our GPS, we found ourselves
far from the actual place. As we considered going back to a nearby
village, the starting point of the directions that I had found online, a man and
woman pulled up in a car, and seeing we seemed confused, asked what we were
looking for. When we replied,
“Fourknocks,” the woman smiled and said, “Oh, you’re going completely in the
wrong direction!” (Of course, we already knew that.) But with her directions,
we made it to another nearby town and Kevin asked a gentleman sitting in a parked car
there, who, as Kevin said, “Told me every landmark from here to there.”
We did
find the path to Fourknocks with his directions, but the sign at the site,
which told us how to find the Whytes, was only marginally helpful. We made another other wrong turn before we
turned up at the right door. At last our treasure hunt was over. We range the bell, and Mrs. Whyte, a thin woman with a lined face and graying hair, accepted our 20
euro deposit, and the key was ours. (We later gave her something for her trouble, which seemed only fair.)
We drove
back to the path to the tomb and parked, a little nervous because another car
was parked there. Mrs. Whyte said she had given another key to someone just
before us, so we thought that might be the couple in the car, but they didn’t
get out, so we hoped they were not there to steal from us. But it was only a momentary thought.
We soon
forgot about them, walked in to the tomb, unlocked the door and went in. The rock carvings in the tomb are very well
preserved. I did not want to use a flash to take a photo inside, because I
was afraid it would be hurt the pigments, but there was a skylight cut into the
top, and I had a small flashlight that only emitted a dim light, which I hoped
would not be too damaging. So I used that to take the pictures.
Carvings inside the tomb |
I asked
Kevin to shut me into the tomb. (I guess
he isn’t eager to collect my life insurance, because he did let me out.) I
stood in the darkness, wondering about 5,000 year old ghosts. Strangely, it was not scary, but actually
comforting—or it was until Kevin made a noise outside to spook me.
Later,
as we exited the field, we saw the gentleman from whom Kevin had asked
directions. He got out of one car, while another pulled in behind him. And
then, the couple we had worried about, who had been parked there ahead of us,
also got out. “We haven’t been to the tomb in ages,” said the man who
befriended us. “So we organized a group to come out here.” The couple in the
car in front of us--who were not waiting to rob us after all--had secured the key for them. Our inquiry had prompted the locals to make a
visit there too. And so they should. Not many people have a 5,000 year old tomb right outside their town.
Rachel exiting the tomb of Fourknocks |
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