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One may be forgiven for feeling trenched in utter astonishment after finding a statement concerning the National monument no. 140, Grianán of Aileach, mentioned in a press release responding to accusations made by the Garda Representative Association against the OPW.
The rather generous spending habits of this state body hit the headlines in Donegal after it was revealed that the OPW paid over 1000 Euros to change three light bulbs in a Garda Station.
It is most certainly beyond the capability of my comprehension, why the OPW felt obliged to add Grianán of Aileach to its attempt of justification. Nevertheless, since public money has been spent for nearly a decade on a public project (National monument) by the Office of Public Works, which earned its members in charge of the monument the nickname ‘The hole in the wall gang’, it would be of vital public interest to see the cost of these ‘conservation works’ and the so far futile attempt to ‘improve the structures future stability’. The 2001 ‘detailed archaeological and engineering investigation ‘, which took a year to carry out and led to concreting a dry stone monument and changing its appearance and shape dramatically, would also require closer investigation as how much was paid to whom. The execution of this investigation has left Grianán of Aileach with a frequent occurrence of collapses and visitors with a closed or partially closed National monument.
Last year at least one meeting between the Inishowen representatives of Donegal County Council and the OPW took place in strange secrecy concerning this issue. I sent each of them before hand information about the recent collapses and asked them to approach the OPW over the expense of their ‘work’ carried out at Grianán so far. I suppose it was somehow a response as in January this year a motion was put forward by one councillor “That Donegal County Council immediately lead up a strategic initiative to maximise the tourism potential of Grianan of Aileach in partnership with the OPW and Duchas and to give An Grianan its place in our national heritage.” All members voted in favour of this motion. Not even one of our gallant politicians had any knowledge of the abolition of the state body Duchas in 2003.

PS: The unexpected inclusion of Grianán in a response to the Garda Representative Association is a copy and past exercise. They never could spell lintels (‘lintols‘)

The link to the OPW website may not be there for long. It has a history of disappearing information.

Gardai call for end to ‘disastrous’ OPW
By Tom Brady
Wednesday April 29 2009
Gardai have called for the abolition of the Office of Public Works (OPW), which they describe as an unmitigated disaster.
Rank and file members of the force yesterday accused the OPW of “blundering incompetence”, leaving thousands of gardai in diabolical working conditions, in overcrowded and inappropriate buildings.
The savage attack on the Government body was made at the GRA conference in Killarney yesterday, where GRA president Michael O’Boyce demanded action from Justice Minister Dermot Ahern.
He called on the minister to bring a proposal to abolish the OPW, or at the very least remove it from any involvement in garda accommodation.
Mr O’Boyce said the OPW had failed to future-proof garda stations, with many being too small. And he alleged that the body squandered public money with no concept of value.
He said that a contractor had offered to refurbish the gym in Letterkenny Garda Station at a cost of €5,000 but when the OPW took charge, the cost became €15,000. Mr O’Boyce also claimed that it cost €1,100 to replace three light bulbs.
The allegations were rejected by the OPW, whose spokesman said he was surprised and disappointed.
- Tom Brady

OPW Response to GRA Statements April 28 2009
PRESS RELEASE

OPW RESPONSE TO STATEMENTS BY THE GARDA REPRESENTATIVE ASSOCATION
The OPW is surprised and disappointed to hear the statements made by Mr. Michael O’Boyce, President of the Garda Representative Association (GRA) regarding the work of the OPW. The OPW has always had an excellent working
relationship with the Garda Authorities and the Department of Justice, Equality and Law Reform.
The GRA in their statement highlighted a small number of specific examples, which they claim is indicative of the work that OPW undertake. These four examples, when put into the context of managing over seven hundred Garda Stations throughout the country and other Garda facilities such as Garda Headquarters, Templemore Garda Training College, Harcourt Terrace etc., would appear relatively trivial. The facts below speak for themselves. OPW is at all times conscious of obtaining maximum value for money for the State
OPW has undertaken a very successful Garda Building Programme in recent years. Since 1995, some €219m has been spent by OPW providing new Garda accommodation including Templemore Garda College and carrying out major extensions and refurbishments to existing Garda Stations. From 2004 to 2008 alone over €136m has been spent on major capital works.
It is alleged by the GRA that OPW has failed to ‘future proof’ new Garda Stations in that many are too small when opened. The design of any Garda Station is based on a brief of requirements provided by An Garda Síochána in the first instance. Occasionally, due to Garda operational requirements, it can be the case that between the award of a construction contract and final completion additional facilities may be required. This is more the exception than the rule.

The facts relating to the examples given by the GRA are:
· Letterkenny Garda Station – Refurbishment of Gym.
The GRA have chosen to extract one item from the overall quotation and are not comparing like for like in their statement. The actual electrical costs alone which were associated with the project, was €10,366.18 excl. VAT. This was a necessary part of the work involved but was not captured in the quotation sourced by the Garda.
· Ballinhassig Garda Station
The statement quoted is inaccurate on two counts:
1. the work involved is for a new shower unit and a new kitchen fit-out, with associated services to provide these facilities
2. the estimate provided was €14,000 excl. VAT (€15,890.00 incl. VAT) for both elements.
This estimate was provided on 21/07/08. We await approval to proceed and the works have not been undertaken.

· Churchill Garda Station
OPW currently have a publicly procured ‘drawdown’ contract for floor coverings, which is at the disposal of all Government Departments and used extensively by An Garda Síochána funded through Garda Procurement Division.
In January 2009, Churchill GS was one of a number of stations in Donegal identified in need of such materials. The cost of €4,050.00 (incl.VAT) included marmoleum, safety floor, stair nosings and sheeting of floors in preparation for floor covering. It should be noted that OPW had no direct involvement at any stage in the processing of this request. This was handled directly between local Garda personnel and the nominated “draw down” contractor.

· Grianan Aileach – National Monument No.140

Pre OPW condition of the site:
A detailed illustrated description of the site can be found in the Ordnance Survey Memoirs of 1837. The remains of the original structure were in a totally collapsed state with the surviving stonework scattered around the hilltop. Between 1874 and 1878, a local expert undertook a rebuilding project on the site of Grianan Aileach. His excavations appear to have revealed the remains of small collapsed sections of the lower level of the outer wall. In the absence of further archaeological evidence for its original appearance, he modelled his rebuild on the relatively intact Staigue Iron Age Fort in County Kerry. (Proceedings of the Royal
Irish Academy Vol1 1879)
History of collapse and the need for a more permanent repair method:
When the site came into State Care approximately thirty years later the restored walls were already in a dilapidated state with extensive collapse of the outer stonework. (76TH annual Report of Commissioners of Public Works 1907/08) Despite OPW efforts to carry out patch repair work to the monument over the next 80 years, OPW files show that the work conducted in
the 1870s was unstable and collapse was reoccurring on a regular basis. In 1989, following another major collapse and short term patch repair work, OPW undertook to monitor the condition of the monument and investigate intervention methods which could stabilise the structure.
Present OPW conservation effort:
In 2001 a detailed archaeological and engineering investigation was undertaken which revealed sections of the line of the disturbed ancient pre-restoration structure and confirmed the shape and outline of work undertaken in the 1870s. Because of the significant amenity value of the restored monument OPW considered that it would not be appropriate or feasible to dismantle and remove the restored stonework and to leave the site in its pre-restoration collapsed state. The engineer recommended that the bulging sections of walling which were liable to collapse should be dismantled and rebuilt. Due to the instability of the underlying surviving stonework, supports were inserted at the base of the rebuilt sections and over the lintols of the internal passageways. All external walling have a central fill which will considerably improve the structures future stability.
The wall tops have been secured in an effort to prevent interference causing stone collapse and the resultant risk to the visitor. The conservation works were completed by January 2008.

The OPW is very proud of the large portfolio of work that it has undertaken on behalf of all our clients, including the Garda Authorities, in the past and continues, despite the current challenging economic climate, to carry out a significant amount of projects in full consultation with our clients’ priorities.

Ends
* For further information contact George Moir, OPW Press Officer, (01) 647 6128 or (087) 231 4537.

When the day comes, and one more but decisive part of our past will crumble under the higher, bigger, faster grip of our hand, we will fall with it.
After all, the great universe itself will reach eventually the point, where it can expand no further and will implode into the grain of dust, it grew from. And we, great conquerors and champions in waiting against any inconvenience in our presumptuous lives, seem to be in an astonishing hurry to reach this finishing line.
Unsurprisingly, we remain oblivious to the chain of events leading to downfall, since we parcelled our past into preservation by record and a virtual world of animation.
Over the last week holes appeared on the inside wall above the gate. I counted 1 large and 4 smaller ones. It seems that the loose stones have been moved to the entrance of the northern passage. The gate section was rebuilt in 2006 .
I assume that the OPW will fill them with concrete in the next days.
Photos taken May 09, 2009.

 

 

Detail 1

Detail 1

 

Detail 2

Detail 2

 

Detail 3

Detail 3

 

Entrance northern passage

Entrance northern passage

Swan-song

The beautiful old Swilly Hotel on Buncrana’s shore has received its final stabbing after decades of endurance, which have left a feeble shell, where once grandeur praised the splendour of this spot. It will be flattened and replaced by architectural suicide and environmental disagreeability. Another landmark gone in a town built on the destruction of its entire past. Houses placed on thousands of years old monuments, the last trace of the Ó Dochartaighs will soon fall into dust and no single reminder left of the story of the pier, its herrings fleet, the landing of tall ships, the coal boats and all these vibrant activities, held by a port, where water was a rather difficult matter to spot. Even the oldest house in the history of Buncrana on this side of the river, The Lodge, built around 1770, is awaiting execution.
Opposing this proposal, no doubt, would rally the cries of self-serving intentions, shielded well with the much overstretched, but nevertheless immaculately functioning guard of job creation. It seems of no importance, that such claim would be remarkably short lived, as has been already proven, and does not display any continuance to contribute to the future and more stable welfare and prosperity of Buncrana.

It comes as no surprise, that Harry P. Swan’s books of Inishowen, do not find their way into re-publishing, and the few copies circulating are sold for a very high price to a better off clientele. In his time, seventy, eighty years ago, Buncrana was called the Queen of Donegal, visitor filled and reputed as the best spa for respiratory dispositions, an opportunity, which quickly left the scene with the arrival of multi-nationals, not only tearing hordes of youngsters out of their education and destroying an already existing and self-containing shirt industry, but they also managed to bring asthma to the offspring of the town, as one of the plants with all its waste was placed lovingly between the old pier and the castle, in the middle of a residential area. Empty and abandoned now, the pain inflicted still lingers, and should have served as an example of how not to proceed. But apparently, the comprehensive destruction of everything good, unique and beautiful emerges as the chosen path, reducing the dying of the swan to serve as outlandish but single meal.

I received an email from Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh.

Hi Bettina,
I think I have found the Crom hill. It’s not Greenan! It’s actually very close to where I live. The information about the river sources was important as I found the source of the Bredagh River on the hill. The hill is now called Crockaulin (Cnoc Álainn – Hill of Beauty) and there is some evidence of caves there close to the road as mentioned in that page you gave me. I haven’t explored it yet but I will one day when I’m not busy. I could use The Arch Survey Book!!!
Seoirse

The hill is the highest at 325 meters (1074 feet) of a cluster running from west to east towards Inishowen Head in the middle of a triangle between Moville, Greencastle and Kinnagoe Bay at a latitude of 55.2217 and a longitude of -7.01833.
The little information to be found is below.

Mabel Colhoun, The Heritage of Inishowen:
Rath
(Iron Age or later)
22/6
Td. Ballybrack
1943 (13.5 ins. N. 5 ins. E) Alt. 100ft. About 1 mile N.E. of Moville on road to Greencastle, at S.E. side of road 0.25 mile from the sea. Arable. View restricted. The circular fort is on a loop of land high above the stream which surrounds it on three sides, being closest on the W. It is barely discernible owing to whins and heather, and with little of the surrounding bank left. The bank at the S. appears to be worn away and the edge of the enclosure irregular; the rest of the bank, except at the N.E. is only a few inches high. The enclosure is grass-covered and fairly level.
Measurements:
Interior diameter N.E., – S.W. ……..83 ft.
Interior height of bank at N.E. ………3 ft.
Exterior height of bank at N.E. ……..2 ft.

Standing Stone
(Megalithic)
22/7
Td. Ballybrack
1943 (15.25 ins. N. 5.75 ins. E.) Alt. 190 ft. About 0.25 miles further from Moville than (22/5), the road divides, lower fork on right leading to Greencastle, left or N.E. Fork to Shrove by upper road. Site about 300 yards at left or N.W. Side of road. Arable. Clear view except for higher ground 0.25 miles distant to N.
The standing stone faces N.E.-S.W. And leans at a sharp angle. It is a hard grey stone curiously weathered in horizontal bands, 2 ins wide and 2 ins. Deep, in holes or hollows.

Measurements:
Height………….. 6ft. 6 ins.
Width…………… 3 ft.
Thickness………….. 11 ins.

Settlement(?)
(Miscellaneous))
22/8
Td. Ballybrack
1944 (20.5 ins. N. 4.5 ins. E.) Alt. 630 ft. About 1 mile N.N.W. As crow flies, from (22/7). Just before reaching latter, road branches to N.W. Passing St. Mary’s R.C. Church, through Ballybrack; at topmost field of cultivation level on right or E. of road. Cross field, site in next field. Mountain pasture, heather, boggy. Unrestricted view over lough and sea, rising ground to N.

Site contains:
(a) A well
(b) A circular stone enclosure
(c) Alignments, and cluster of small stones

All are on the S. slopes of Crockaulin (1074 ft.). There is an old road running down the hill outside the E. field boundary.

(a) Well: In the centre of the field is a large well, used by cattle; a wall, now much overgrown, had been built to support the bank which apparently had been dug into in order to find the well.

(b) Circular Enclosure: Near one corner of the field is a heather-covered circular bank on a stone foundation. The enclosure is marshy with, in the centre, a slight height some 13 ft. in diameter which partly covers some stones which might suggest a wrecked cist. There seems to be a S. opening to the enclosure.

Measurements:
(b) Circular enclosure:
Interior diameter N.-S. …….30 ft.
Exterior diameter N.-S. …….47 ft.

(c) Alignments and small stones: All stones appear to be set in the ground in the same direction, those showing being not more than 1.5 ft above ground. There might be three parallel alignments, 6 ft – 8 ft apart, the longest being about 25 ft. From a distance the clusters of stone suggested habitation sites, such as boley huts, but on closer inspection it is difficult to follow any particular pattern. They remind me of sites near the Butterlope in the Sperrin Mountains examined by O. Davies years ago. To make sense of them they would need to be surveyed by an expert. It is reported that there are standing stones about 0.5 miles to the N.E. and at about the same altitude in Ballymacarthur. I found none.

Brian Lacy, Archaeological Survey of County Donegal (1983)
346 Ballybrack
OS 22:5:3 (176 381) 4OD 100-200 C633396
A standing stone 1.93m high x .92m wide x .29m thick. Situated on pasture land.

One curious and poetic entry was made by Maghtochair in his book Inishowen: Its History, Traditions, and Antiquities (1867), not quite located on or around Crockaulin, but close enough to mention.
“One morning early in Autumn, about 1,000 years before the Christian era, a venerable man might have be seen prostate on the beach at the foot of that promontory known as Inishowen Head. He knelt there to worship the sea god – to pour forth the gratitude of his heart to Neptune for the happy termination of a long and perilous voyage. His ship rode at anchor before him. No cloud darkened the deep blue of the heavens, the air was calm, the sky lustrous, the sun had just risen, and burnished with dazzling brightness the gentle ripple which played on the surface of the waters. The stranger was Ith, uncle of Milesius, who had sailed from Braganza, in Spain, in quest of the most western isle of the world, which a soothsayer had declared should be the final resting-place of his nation.”

Aileach Mor Hill with Souterrain

Aileach Mor Hill with Souterrain

Leaving The Three Flowers and an estate behind I turned north-westwards , following the road. In a field to the south-west lay large stones and at closer inspection appeared to be the entrance to a souterrain, which was confirmed by the woman of the house nearby shortly afterwards. She also told me about bodies being found in the field eastwards of the souterrain, still bearing the name “The Graveyard”, and that this field may have contained an ancient burial mound. Her son showed me kindly an old lane, which “would get me a good bit up” towards Grianan and was marked with a large boulder at its beginning.

Entrance to the Souterrain

Entrance to the Souterrain

The lane itself is much overgrown with brambles and gorse but remains of stone walling on both sides are still visible. Its alignment appears to be north-east to south-west. After a short and hard fought for advance I noticed an array of stones in the adjourning field.
The scattered arrangements of all the stones, I found this day, reminded me profoundly of a description given to such a sight in Captain Somerville’s paper to the Royal Society of Antiquaries of Ireland about the Ancient Stone Monuments near Lough Swilly in 1909, calling it “confused heaps of stones,” which, indeed, is a truthful account of the situation, for both, the stones and myself.
The first group was backed against an overgrown old fieldwall and hedging to the south-west and Grianán Hill, and appears to have been circular in shape. Standing inside and with my back turned to Grianán, the souterrain was laying to the north in a field below, Aileach Mor Hill nestled comfortably in the centre of my frame. A cattlegap on its south-western extent lead into the next field, across a very small stream, which, when followed its round and stone cluttered curve, flow out from under the old lane and just below another “confused heap of stones,” being again backed against old walling and hedging, this time on its east. Squeezing into this wild arrangement and the gorse, I faced north north-west, Cashel Hill, Asdevlin Hill and the southern slopes of Scalp Mountain.

First group with Asdevlin Hill

First group with Asdevlin Hill

View at Aileach Mor

View at Aileach Mor

View from inside at Aileach More

View from inside at Aileach More

The cattlegap

The cattlegap

The stone cluttered small stream

The stone cluttered small stream

The second heap

The second heap

A close up

A close up

View from inside at Cashel and Asdevlin Hill

View from inside at Cashel and Asdevlin Hill

The opening of the little stream under the old lane is lined with stones, its water clear and fresh.

The stone lined opening

The stone lined opening

At the end of the same field, westwards towards Grianán, I found a crossroad, splitting , what must have been formerly one, into four fields. Loose, large stones lay much overgrown and covered by gorse on both sides of the first two fields on my approach. As usual, all stones found, where moved towards the boundaries. The cross created by their walls seems to have roughly the alignment of south-east to north-west and north-east to south-west. The partially parallel field, to the one I came from, is called “Witches Cove.” The field opposite contains a pile of stones and slabs under a lonely tree.

The crossroad

The crossroad

The north end of the Witches Cove

The southern end of the Witches Cove

Its western boundary

Its western boundary

Slabs and stones in the field opposite

Slabs and stones in the field opposite

Many of the stones, cleared from the field, found use in the dry stone walling of the same, except some, which are still lying at the edge of fieldwalls, despite being of reasonable size for this task and do also not appear to have fallen out, but rather purposely left in this spot. Remembering the words of an old stonewaller, that all the stone have to be used, this was an unforeseen discovery.

Witches Cove - Hidden beneath the gorse

Witches Cove - Hidden beneath the gorse

Left on the edge of the field

Left on the edge of the field

Still keeping the direction to reach Grianán, I passed another small stream, entirely hidden in bushes and gorse and among so many ‘confused’ stones, sunken into a gap in the ground.
Lacking a contemporary map of this area, I am uncertain how far I got at this stage, having followed rather fertile fieldwalls, I finally could see Grianán in the distant from a field harbouring a very large pile of stones, of nearly all sizes, a few meters away from its boundary.

Large pile of stones inside a field

Large pile of stones inside a field

At this point, the battery of my camera had already resigned and hostile clouds of an early evening moved in, I turned to the road, passing the ruin of the large farm in Bunnamayne, towards Bridgend, and then eastwards back to Coshquin. Before I reached the field of the souterrain, I passed a gate of one with a remarkable large pile of stones to each side.
Bridgend is a Grianán blind spot, which means Grianán is not visible from this point. This was also true for my journey so far and only as I reached the large heap of stones inside the field, I was able to glimpse at Grianán again in the distance.

To be continued.

I attempted today to walk from The Three Flowers restaurant, which is located on the Derry/Buncrana road and just below Aileach Mor Hill across this road (400 centuries ago still a bog) towards Grianán, to see if I could find traces of the ancient road connecting the seat of royal power with the spirit at its heart. The entire journey, no doubt, would have been more a day trip then two hours and, very much like myself, travellers of the past would have stopped at the remainders and markings along this path. And there are so many of them.
Needles to say, I did not even made it half way and Grianán , still a considerable distance away, was my last point on the horizon to the west. Holywell Hill appeared closer as I turned back. Looking at the map and taking into account that this is air distance only, that may have been actually the case.
It was the most unusual afternoon; not by sight but by what I heard. Finding suspicious stone piles, where I suspect the ancient road to have run, can be expected. Hearing that this area was and is still hunted by evil spirits, witches, the devil himself, sacrificed children, born to the unmarried, and the effect it has on today’s living is not something, which entered even remotely my mind. And for tonight, and most likely some time to come, I will be left to ponder, realistically with little or no chance of figuring it all out, which now seems to reach deeply into the realm of religion and faith, leaving me truly stranded on unknown soil.
If, and putting the everything is the result of something that went before theory entirely aside, this encounter today was a coincidence, than even by such effectless measurements, experiencing such fight of the faiths on Easter Sunday, would make it a remarkable one indeed.

It is said that there is more than one way to skin a very unfortunate cat, which, although true, nevertheless harbours a quite harsh distinction. Doubtless, much adored pet-cats would not meet such dreadful faith and even the sharpest tool would have to restrain itself to grooming.
God bless the strays; concluded Betty, while her steps adopted nervous pacing. Undeterred she strode out towards the promontory at the end of the lough, but whatever the reason, she seemed to be unable to pass beyond the boulder burdened strand at Father Hegarty’s Rock, as if her desired destination strolled into its own voyage instead. She turned to the slopes, navigating around the saffron induced thicket of the fast spreading gorse, following forlorn stones, as she came to a walled outcrop of rock, accommodating one cauldron.
“What are you doing?” inquired Betty.
“I hold the waters of the four skies,” answered the vessel. “I boil and then order them onto the dome you call horizon.”
“It seems crooked today,” was Betty’s concern.
“The eastern sky escaped,” came the reply. “The wheel cannot turn and no new life will flood again until it is mend.”
“So we are stuck for now with what we have?”
“Not really,” stated the cauldron. “The eastern sky must ascend, and when it does, the firmament will be covered with the waves of the rising moon and the blood of the rising sun. With no siblings on its side, the earth will yield beneath its fall.”
“Is there anything that can be done?”
“Perhaps,” came out of the pot. “Taste me.”
“You are empty,” echoed Betty into its belly.”
“What do you expect,” hissed the cauldron. “You didn’t put anything in.”
“Fair enough. What do I need?”, was the rather defiant response.
“What can you give?”, shoot it from the void.
“I have an oversized pot to spare.”
“Make my day,” squeezed the hollow; “and burn the cradle that bears you.”
“Why did the eastern sky leave?” needed Betty to know.
“You ate it. So I pushed its meagre remains over my bar-less rim, that it may carve a row for what is to be. Mend it or be gone.”
Betty rose and as she reached Buncrana, she gathered the shadows over every light, bondage-buttons from the faint, the lushes weeds from count-lost friction, a full set of double-tongued spoons, nails from a suffocating past, the council‘s only door and Cahir the Coat’s eternally filled bottle.
To Buncrana’s past went the shadows to shed light. The rush-like weeds, once cut, work rather wonders and many doors were grown. There was a future for coffin nails in frictions. The spoons found use as two way streets while the council still swims against the tide inside a bottleneck.
As she returned to the cauldron, she found it full.
“ I see, you can hold your waters.“ said Betty.
“For the time being,” mumbled the cauldron; “for the time being.
Meanwhile, Cahir the Coat took rather well to his new buttons and still can been seen, bright and early, parading his streets, each time the horizon announces its journey in the east.

Around two weeks ago I came across an ancient name of a hill in Inishowen situated between Loughs Foyle and Swilly, called Crommal or Cromla. Theoretically all hills on Inishowen, except for those at Malin, lay between the two loughs, but this description is commonly used for the narrow neck which forms the connection between Inishowen and the rest of this island, incorporating two hill-ranges divided by a gorge. The highest point on the Foyle facing range is Cnoc Énna, now Holywell Hill, and on the Swilly side this point would be Greenan.

In 1786 a rather eccentrically ambitious Colonel Charles Vallancey, of the Royal Engineers, published his third volume of the Collectanea de rebus hibernicis. On page 322 I found the following entry:

CROMLA

or Crommal, a mountain or hill between Lough Foyle and Lough Swilly. From the eastern side of this mountain proceeded the river Lubar, called by the Irish Bredagh; and from the western, the Lavath, near the source of which on the declivity of the mountain was the cave of Cluna, where resided Ferad Artho, and the bard Condan, after the murder of Cormac Mc. Art, his nephew. During the middle ages, we find it denominated Cruachan Achuil, or Mount Eagle. It seems to have obtained the name of Mount Cromla or Crommal, that is the mountain of Fate or Destiny, from having an altar or cave, dedicated to Fate or Providence, called by the ancient inhabitants of these islands, Crom; whence Cromla, a place of worship, and Crommal a place of destiny. In the neighbourhood of Cromla, stood the rath or fortress of Tura, called by the Irish writers Ailich Neid, celebrated by all the ancient Irish histories, as the principal residence of the northern kings of Ulster. See Tura, Moilena, Leana Loch and Aileach.

O’Connor’s Dissert. p. 96.

There are a few difficulties with his description. Maps of Inishowen from the seventeenth century experienced some considerable problems with our hills. Since the heart of Inishowen, as well as its neck, is made of stone (hills and mountains), this is shown as an array of them without any count of how many hills compose a certain hill range, never mind their names. Mount Cromla seems to be marked on Beaufort’s Map, which may be eighteenth century. The river Bredagh still holds this name and is located at Moville, flowing into Lough Foyle and taking its name from an ancient division, occupying the north/north-east part of Inishowen , called An Bhréadach. The source of the river is on the eastern side of a hill called Crocknageeha. Below its western slope originates a river called now the Long Glen, discharging itself at the mouth of Lough Swilly, into the same small bay, Kinnagoe Bay, where the vessel La Trinidad Valencia sunk. It is possible that there is nearby an undiscovered souterrain, which would have been named a cave at the time. Lavath, as mentioned, is listed on page 374 in his work;

from Labh ath, the swallow water; a river which issues from the western declivity of Mount Crommal, and falls into Lough Swilly.

Aileach Neid (Aileach Mor and Grianán), at the southern end of Inishowen, is some considerable distance away from this location. Even travelling today, the conclusion of being in the neighbourhood of this place, would not be a natural choise by anyone living here. Cruachan Achuil, or Mount Eagle is to my knowledge not identified with any hill or mountain on the peninsula, but the dominating mountain on Inishowen is Sliabh Sneachta, visible from Grianán in the distance. In Maghtochair’s book of Inishowen the discovery of ‘caves at the base of Greinan Hill’ in 1838 by Mr. and Mrs Hall is mentioned, a souterrain, containing of three chambers and high enough to stand upright.

Leana Loch is the name given to Lough Foyle in Vallancey’s book and Moilena is the plain of fea, situated in the district of Inishowen, near Lough Foyle.

Fea was one of the wives of Neid of Aileach (see Sunsets at Grianán).

I could not find Tura at all and I never heard of this name being given to Aileach Neid or any other rath or fortress in Inishowen. There is not even an entry for it in Vallancy’s book. But I have no doubt in my mind that what is standing on top of Greenan Hill is a temple and place of assembly. It has the true Aileach/Aileach Mor within a two hours walk and even an ancient road leading from its gate towards the castle.

Only one relic of worship seems to remain of Crom and it consists of a gold figure surrounded by twelve stone figures. Crom’s worship was abolished by Patrick but he may have been more a fertility god (harvest) than a savage one with human sacrifices. A tumulus was found at Grianan between the second and the third rampart consisting of a centre stone with ten stones placed around it. The tumulus was found empty and unworthy of further recording, subsequently destroyed, even the heap of stones, mentioned by Dr. Brian Lacy in the Archaeological Survey of County Donegal from 1983, has disappeared now. I am aware that I am two stones short and my centre piece is not made of gold. There is also a shortage of the two rivers mentioned and I only can presume that their origin would have been near the foot of the hill, an area which has been drastically drained and reshaped through land reclamation in the last four centuries on both the Swilly and the Foyle side. But for the moment CROMMAL/CROMLA  is my main suspect for the hill.

In 1824 Colonel Thomas Frederick Colby, of the Royal Engineers, was put in charge of the general direction of the arrangements of the Ordnance Survey of Ireland. Lieutenant Thomas Drummond, Lieutenant Thomas Aiskew Larcom and Lieutenant Joseph Ellison Portlock were appointed the same year to assist Colonel Colby. In 1829 Portlock became head of the trigonometrical branch of the survey and measured every mountain, hill and hillock in Donegal.

Colby’s ‘Ordnance Survey Memoirs of the Parish of Templemore’ (sometimes called of County Londonderry) were published in 1837, which included a detailed description of the recently discovered remains of the Grianan of Aileach. A Peter M’Laughlin from Newtowncunningham wrote an article, published in the Dublin Penny Journal in 1834 or ‘35, relating to the subject of Grianan, apparently taking the stance that the newly found ruin can not be the palace of the historical nor legendary Aileach (I have not been able to find a copy of this issue, whichever one it may be, and so can only presume that this is the case, based on contemporary references.). Therefore the so-called official discovery of the ruin must have taken place between Portlock’s measuring of Donegal’s hills and M’Laughlin’s article.

But it seems that neither Colby nor Portlock is credited with it. In Maghtochair’s book of Inishowen, first published in 1867, this privilege is ascribed to a “talented Colonel Blacker, who was the first to discover this ancient remains of Greinan”. No date is given, but as it turns out the ‘talented Colonel Blacker’ was no other than Lieutenant-Colonel William Blacker, a founding member of the Orange Order, – and in what seems a sensible enough description – a’ Roaring Meg’ in his duties towards the values of this institution. In the last sentence of his account in Maghtochair’s book he called his finding ‘Greinan’ but in his description of it makes it quite clear, that he perceived this monument as an ‘amphitheatre’ and a place of worship.

It is my suspicion that the hill at this point in time was renamed and I fail utterly to believe that the ’small mountain’ was initially called Greinan- Grianan- or Greenan Hill and this name is solely an invention of the post-discovery period of the ruin, and very possible of Blacker or Colby. The ancient, meaningful and Irish name of the hill seems to be lost, as well as the true name and importance of this monument.

It occurs to me as a very severe case of hard luck, that both name and purpose are forgotten amongst the descendants of its creators. The military component of a occupying force from a more recent past rediscovered this lost treasure and re-designated it, no doubt with much excitement, to suit their ambition of inhabiting the soul as much as the soil, in a very Roman approach to empire-making. After all, and I might be terrible wrong about it, but Grianan of Aileach has been ever since and notoriously styled as the seat of power of the O’Neill’s. But was it not an O’Neill who gave the British such troublesome heartache over the province of Ulster not that long ago. The taking of Ulster and even Ireland, was not throughout as certain as one would like to have hoped.

Those in charge of Irish history and Aileach since independence employ a copy and paste approach without questioning the motive of the conclusions of the then victorious. Grianan’s alleged past is still dominated by a colonel of the Royal Engineers of the British Army and a founding member of the Orange Order. A rather alienating thought.

  THE ORDNANCE SURVEY – GREENAN. 

  To the Editor of the Dublin University Magazine.

 ”His tibi Grynæi nemoris dicatur origo

  Ne quis sit lucus, quo se plus jactet Apollo,”

Virgil, Ecl. 6, L. 72, &c.

DEAR SIR – Conceiving that whatever relates to the statistics of Ireland, and its antiquities in particular, forms matter most appropriate for your valuable miscellany, I would beg leave to make it the channel of a few observations on the subject.

I have just read, with equal attention and pleasure, the first volume of the Ordnance Survey of Derry, a work equalled by few, if any, which have ever appeared on Irish statistics, in point of depth of research, clearness of detail, and excellence of arrangement; a work which will lastingly connect the name of Colonel Colby, under whose able guidance it has been compiled, with the best interests of our country. In bringing forward this great national work, that excellent officer appears to have been happily judicious in his selection of assistants, and particularly in that most interesting department of his survey, the antiquarian. The rich mine of Irish antiquities has been made to yield up its hidden treasures to an extent hitherto unequalled, and which cannot fail of being duly appreciated by all who derive the alightest pleasure from such pursuits. Must not he then appear doubly cased in hardihood, who will venture to differ in any point however trifling, from the eminent professors who labour in this field – and this on a point which, what ever may be its intrinsic claims to notice, appears to have been more the subject of elaborate lucubration, than perhaps any other object in the work? I allude to the circular stone building on Greenan mountain in Donegal, which has been pronounced by these learned gentlemen a military remain, but which I, with the greatest deference, conceive to be one connected with religious purposes. In my endeavour to maintain this position I have to confront a tremendous battery of both prose and verse, but I hope, ere I conclude, to be able to turn the weightiest of its shot to my own advantage. But to the point.

I must set out by dissenting altogether from the applicability of the term “ignus fatuus,” to the etymology of townlands and other places in Ireland. For the controverting this novel doctrine, it might be sufficient to quote the following well-grounded observations from the preface to the very work before us: -”As the townland and other divisions, under various denominations, have existed over the whole of Ireland from the earliest times, it soon became apparent that a sufficient extension of the original orthographic inquiries, to trace all the mutations of each name, would be, in fact, to pass in review the local history of the whole country;” and so it would: in fact, so far from etymology being, as has been stated, “an uncertain foundation for historical hypothesis,” particularly in Ireland, it has, on the contrary, been constant matter of remark, how closely the Irish appellation has invariably been found in unison with the character, general circumstances, and history of the place named. I should mention more than one instance, within my own knowledge, in which the name has induced inquiry, and discoveries have, in consequence been made, fully supporting the correctness of the etymology. Our Irish ancestors never gave an unmeaning name to any place; it was left to the taste of a later age to bestow the term “Belleview” upon a prospect of some half-score filthy cabins and a brown expanse of turf-bog, and to assign that of “Woodville” to a spot where a crow might seek in vain for timber enough to repair her nest. Our forefathers indulged not in these fancies, and therefore it is I am led to consider the names bestowed by them, as likely to prove somewhat more sure and useful guide-posts along the “high-ways and bye-ways” of our national history, than the antiquarian of the Survey is disposed to admit. I sincerely regret that it did not suit the purpose or the convenience of this learned gentleman to enter further upon the subject of the sun-worship of our pagan forefathers, than a mere cursory recognition of the fact; for had he, with those means of information of which he appears to have a command so extensive, and with that acuteness which he displays, entered upon any examination or rather detail of its “characteristic peculiarities”, especially as relates to its sacrificial rites and observances, whether performed on the lofty mount or carn, or with greater solemnity within the mystic circle or “cyclopean work,” I am greatly mistaken if his train of reasoning would not have conducted him, in spite of himself, to the circle of Greenan, as particularly illustrative of the subject.

It is agreed on all hands, that the term Grian, making the genitive case Greine, signifies the sun; but there is one fact somehow overlooked, which I consider in no small degree material to my theory, namely, that the term is applied to the luminary, less as the great source of light and heat, than as a deified object of man’s worship and adoration, being clearly adopted from the Apollo Gryuæ us of the heathen mythology, for which see Strabo, lib.13, or what may be more generally accessible, Virgil, Ecl.6, v.72, and Eneid 4, v.345, with the notes thereon. All terms such as Greenan, and many others which I could enumerate, are but dependant derivatives from, and compounds of, this, and many of them of the most figurative character. O’Brien, indeed, goes so far as to make the word to signify also “the bottom of the sea or river, &c.” but in this I am led to think that that learned lexicographer has confounded the word Grian with Grain, signifying “Gravel”, particularly as the Abbe M’Curtin, in his dictionary, published in Paris, 1732, and considered a work of the first authority, does not admit of any signification save one, of the sun.

We have Grian-stad, the solstice, Grian-bheach, the zodiac, Grian-chlock, a sun-dial, &c. These are simple derivatives, but establish the predominancy of the main term; and I conceive that all terms compounded from it must be alike subservient to it; come we then to this compound in question Greenan, which has led to so much ink-shed and argument – Grianan is certainly set down by O’Brien followed by O’Reilly, as bearing these significations, viz. – 1. “A summer retreat.” – 2. A place enclosed on a hill arched or covered over for a commodious prospect. – 3. A royal seat or residence. As to the first, some of the best irish scholars whom I have had opportunities of consulting on the point, are agreed in the opinion that the word should be a “sunny”, not a “summer” retreat – the latter, entirely setting aside the word “Samaradh,” in variably made use of when the summer or anything appertaining to it is to be expressed. As to the second meaning given to the word, there would be something truly bull-ish in the idea of the “summer enclosure on a hill for a commodious prospect,” without window, orifice, or peep-hole of any description to look through, and whose parapet must have been, according to the description given in the Survey, far more than the height of the tallest man above the its existing terrace. Were it not for one peculiar characteristic of these circular works, which the learned antiquarian has avoided all reference to, for I think more highly of him than to imagine for a moment that he is ignorant of the fact, it is this – (and I can not avoid giving our pagan ancestors credit for a good deal of tact and knowledge of human nature in the matter) – the walls or embankments of these circles were of such height as to exclude from the sight of the worshipping assemblage, every object likely to divert their attention from Heaven’s concave and the luminary itself, there rolling in his golden splendour. Such in particular is the tradition respecting that vast circle known by the name of the “Giant’s Ring,” in the county Down, and such, in my humble opinion, must have been the purpose for which the walls of Greenan were erected – this was “the commodious prospect” to which the attention was to be directed there, and that exclusively – any other prospect the spectators must have remained outside the building to take a view of. I long much for the time when that stupendous enclosure in Down, to which I have just alluded, shall come under the notice of those gentlemen who so ably, conduct the antiquarian department of the Survey, anticipating, as I do, that the inquiry will lead to no small degree of coincidence with my view of these matters. The third term “a royal residence,” is evidently figurative in the extreme – we find it applied to Heaven itself as the habitation of the Sun-God, and enlightened by his radiance; and it required no great stretch of imagination, particularly in a fervid-minded Irish poet, to transfer it to a court where, in the honoured days of bardism, he may have found “the winter of discontent,” or want, “made glorious summer by the sun” of royal favour. Need I say how particularly the Irish language abounds in this beautifully figurative style of expression? Some of the most common and apparently vulgar sayings will be found, when duly analyzed, if I may use the term, to come under this head.

A little consideration will, I think, suffice to shew the explorer of Greenan, how completely it comes within the character of the second term above-mentioned, and how completely it does not come within the character of the third. It is a plain, circular enclosure of stone; its walls of the height just suited to the purpose above-mentioned, of excluding all view save that of heaven above; its one, comparatively small entrance, facing the east or sun-rising, and capable of being closed by means of double reveal in its sides; the evident remains of the altar in its centre – not the modern building now existing there, but that beneath it, accessible by a clearly-defined, flagged path from the entrance. The lateral passages have not been accounted for, but there is not the least vestige of any thing that could indicate inhabitancy of any sort, much less that of a mighty monarch and his attendant “tail.” Why, “the camel and the needle’s eye” are not more inappropriately matched, than a little, low aperture, which forms the sole entrance to Greenan, and one of those great Eochys in all the panoply, “pomp, pride, and circumstances” of regal state and war-like equipment; nor could a tenth of the sept or clan have found space even for bivouacing, within a circle so limited in its dimensions for congregational worship; and that the adoration of the Grean or Grynean Apollo, carried on, as it is known to have been, the entire of the localities exhibit the fitness of Greenan, and, to far better antiquarians than I am, its exclusive fitness. But I shall not occupy your pages by entering further into the subject of sun-worship at present – the talented antiquarians of the Survey will have enough of Grianology when they come to describe such places as Carn Graney, in Antrim, Sleive Grane, in Down, Greine mont, in Louth, the Greine Hills, near Gormanstown, in Meath, Granard, in Longford, Moat or Greine oge, in Westmeath, Toom Graney, in Clare, Sleive Grine, in Waterford, and some dozen other places of like designation and “characteristic peculiarities,” which it will be rather difficult to reconcile with the idea of either “summer seat” or “royal residences.”

I now come to the point on which my learned opponent and I agree, or, at least, approximate to it. And this brings me to refer to the poem which he has cited – I am far from under-valuing those kind of records – ballads often speak when history is silent, and, in the absence of other evidence, are entitled to our attention. “We must,” says Mr. Jamison, in his introduction to popular and romantic ballads – Edinburgh, 1814, – “we must look for the state of our forefathers into their ancient rhymes, which served as their memorials and annals.” I am therefore disposed to give to this aileached the same degree and credit, in an historical and statistical point of view, which I do to the Odyssey, the Æ naid, or Chevy Chase. It shews how a certain fair lady (”multi ante Helenam”) misbehaved; how her gallant was killed, and how the slayer, strange to say, was doomed to carry the dead body on his back till he found a stone meet to cover it; this tombstone he finds on the shore of Lough Foyle – mark, Lough Foyle, not Lough Swilly, which washes the foot of Greenan mountain – this stone he carries away, but it must not have been very far, foe he sinks under its weight and dies. Architects are forthwith in requisition, and the residence of Aileach is built near the spot. Now, I am with Moslem implicitness of credence, a “true believer,” in the establishment of this royal residence, or, if you please Greenan of Aileach, and as the names of those handed down as the builders thereof, not doubting but they were master masons in the grand lodge of their day. I only differ with the antiquarian of the Survey in his transfer of the site from the real Aileach or Elagh, which retains its name to the present hour, and exhibits sundry and extensive vestiges of chieftainlike inhabitancy; while, as a military position, or site, for either a temporary entrenched camp, or the fixed residence of a chieftain, requiring both strength and agreeability of situation, it speaks highly of the skill and judgment which dictated it occupation. Let us look at Elagh through this medium – between the two great estuaries of Foyle and Swilly, a distance of about two miles, extends a commanding ridge, elevated about 250 feet above the sea – great part of it answering the description implied by the term aill, translated by O’Brien as “rocky cliffs” or “having rocky brinks” – its flanks washed and defended by the two loughs; parallel with its southern base extends a morass which, even now would present serious obstacles to a well appointed force; but which, in the days of the Eochys, when drainage and Macadam were undreamt of, must have been, I should think, wholly impracticable – about the centre of this ridge, on a plateau rather sloping to the south, and thus enjoying all the advantage of the genial sunshine stands Elaghmore or Aileach the great, retaining its named unchanged throughout the lapse of ages. The ruin still existing is given by the survey to the O’Doghertys. Sir Cahir may have built on the spot, but as the clan Dogherty succeeded the O’Gormleys, who appear to have had their head quarters there many years before, it is not unreasonable to conclude, that any thing done by Sir Cahir was rather in the way of repair or rebuilding, than founding a fortress on a spot so long occupied as a defensive post. It would take up more space than I am willing to occupy in your pages, to enumerate, as I might do, the further and peculiar advantages of Aileach as a position; – in a word, I consider it one which Colonel Colby would select, and Wellington approve, and to the judgment of either I would leave it to decide, whether it is likely that chieftains, such as we have described to us, either in prose or poetry, would have selected for a station of defence or residence – the bald summit of a hill, accessible on every side, in preference to the well defended ridge of which of which I have been attempting to give some idea.

Now I will go a step further in the way of agreement with the antiquarian of the Survey. I consider it far from unlikely that there may have been such a connection between the circle of Greenan and the fortress of Aileach, as may have led to its being named the Greenan of Aileach, a designation, however, which it was reserved for the Survey to bring to light. The Pagan piety of the day may have occasioned the establishment of the consecrated circle, for its peculiar acts of worship, at a convenient distance from the head quarters of the chief and his sept, as we see a Christian chapel almost invariably attached to the most ancient feudal or baronial fortalices. The mysteries of Paganism admitted of a less close contact with the habitations of men, and particularly with the vicinity of a camplike court; and though not a poet I can fancy the chief of Elaghmore and his followers crossing the intervening valley, and wending up the steep of Greenan to hail the Grian of their devotion, within the circle dedicated to his honour and worship. The fact of this circle having been resorted to until within these forty years, for religious purposes, is set down in the Survey, to the enforcement of the penal laws – prodigious! Persecution has driven men, wishing to worship God according to their consciences, into the depths of the glen, the darkness of the forest, or the gloom of the cavern; but that persons trembling for existence, and anxious to escape observation, should resort congregationally to the most exposed and conspicuous spot in the country, is rather at odds with probability. We must therefore attribute it to a more reasonable cause, the original and continued sanctity of the place. It is a well known fact, that the early propagators of Christianity in Ireland, were too good judges of human nature to expect that men could be induced, all at once, to abandon forms, to desert much less to destroy Fanes hallowed to them, however mistakenly, by a thousand endearing associations; instead, therefore, of insisting upon, or attempting to accomplish any thing of the kind, they judiciously retained the place of worship, while they changed the object of adoration. Hence we see the Christian church, and the symbol of atonement reared beside the tower of the fire-worshipers; surely then it is not unreasonable to conclude, that a place of worship so remarkable as Greenan appears to have been, must have come in for its re-consecration, and continued, more or less, in the odour of sanctity until the period just mentioned. In truth, I might almost rest upon these strong facts and circumstances the entire of my claim for the circle of Greenan, as having been originally devoted to religious purposes. But I find myself powerfully borne out by the local antiquary of the district. – (I grieve to say the late) Mr. Peter M’Loughlin, a man of considerable talent in that line, who takes precisely the same view with me of Greenan, as may be seen by a reference to his well written account of the old castle of Burt, in its immediate vicinity, in No. 64 of that excellent compilation, the Dublin Penny Journal, the discontinuance of which is, in my opinion, much to be regretted. Mr. M’Loughlin was (as I am informed, for I never met him) a person, in many respects, eminently qualified to form an opinion as to the antiquities of the neighbourhood of his residence, and one whose judgment in such matters was well entitled to attention.* I have now put forth the grounds of my dissent from the opinion of the antiquarian of the Survey in the case of Greenan. I trust I have done so with the diffidence of one conscious of his own immeasurable inferiority to that learned Professor, in point of either individual powers or general advantages; and also without having resorted to a single expression capable of being construed into the slightest undervaluing of those of whom I should prefer being (if permitted) the humble fellow labourer than the opponent, in a work of such great national importance. I have endeavoured, through your indulgence, to place the two theories, religious and military, respecting Greenan, in a fuller point of view, than I consider to have been done in the Survey. Those who take an interest in such matters will form their judgment, and I can only say, that should their verdict be unfavourable to my view of the question, I shall consider it no disgrace to strike my flag to such superior weight of metal.

I remain yours,

W.B—–.

Jan. 30th, 1838.

* The poem cited, alludes to a huge stone, under the weight of which the bearer sunk, and near which Aileach was built. Now it is a curious fact, and not to be overlooked, that there does exist such a rude monument at Belmount, about a quarter of a mile from the shore of the Foyle, rendered holy, as tradition goes, by the preaching of St. Columb from it. Should this stone be alluded to, (and I know of none answering the description so fully,) the real Elagh lies nearer to it, by nearly two miles, than does Greenan.

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