
Ballymorin bullaun in the grounds of a C of I church.
Ballymorin bullaun in the grounds of a C of I church.
The basin only holds a small amount of water.
A great chunk of weathered stone.
Sometimes you just go somewhere on a hunch, and as I passed the sign for Almoritia church on my way to Uisneach, I just had to turn off and have a look. That there is a Norman motte there was an added incentive.
The motte was a huge tree-covered monstrosity, impossible to photograph to any satisfaction, but weirdly impressive.
Through the church gates for a quick nose and what’s that over there? A bullaun stone rests there, a metre long, with one deep basin that can hold only a little water as it breaks the inner side of the stone. What a charmer it is, like a lump of conglomerate cake, pushed to one side and usually ignored. Not today…