The gloriously incongruous Ballybrack portal tomb has survived against all the odds, and somehow now found itself on a piece of wasteland in a ghastly, grey council estate... the sort of wasteland where small boys play football and girls go to gossip and bitch. I guess the tomb makes a change from a bus shelter. Tiny, almost cute, the underside of the capstone was worked so as to be completely flat. Astonishing. From one angle it resembled an upturned grandpiano. Amidst the dogshit, I sat and made a quick sketch.
Remarkable place.
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