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If you click on the picture you will get a bigger view of the face
of the Rock of Cashel. You will also see on the left the older boy
that we saw climbing the face. |
Watching the Rock was a diversion as we boarded the bus and waited for our driver. I was one of many that spotted the brick that surrounded what looks like a door arch, with no door of course. Between the rocks and brick we all thought it was quite steep to try to climb. What had all of us captivated after a little while was two boys who were climbing the Rock's face that day. (I did capture the older boy here on the left of my picture.) Personally, I was more than a little nervous for these young fellows who scaled the rocks toward the summit like small mountain goats so skillfully and slowly.
I have wondered since then....did their mother (mothers?) know where they were? And that gave me thought of my own boys when they were growing up.
I wonder how many times they did frightening things I didn't know about. Which added to my personal consternation. And then a thought came to me - how many angel hands must support our children all the places they go as they climb toward adulthood?
