Tracking through frosted grass to the bright stony silence of the cairn at Newgrange, we enter behind a spiralled curbstone, an interior, dim and dreamy, our lungs devouring chill air, our footfall a bodhrán’s beat on this mid-winter floor, before darkness lifts and sun creeps along the passage, probes those innermost recesses where ancient dead …

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