On Sunday Max and I went to Castletown House. We'd passed the entrance a few times on some toll-road-avoiding journeys around Dublin but never actually stopped, and Heritage Week seemed a good time. On Sunday afternoons tours of the house are self-guided, and quite interesting with a docent in most rooms to provide backup if any curiosity comes out. They're also OK with (non-flash) photos inside, which always makes me happier.
On the way along the back of the upstairs Max looked out the window and saw a distant obelisk, along with some plans being shown on the wall, so after we exited he suggested we try and walk to it. After walking for a kilometre or so in what he thought was the correct direction, but with no sign of the obelisk he had sighted he admitted that perhaps he'd seen a tree, or something, so we walked back to the house.
From the house I could
see an obelisk. Well: I could see it if I took a telephoto shot in the direction we'd been walking, and zoomed right into it, so I suggested we would drive around in that direction.
In the end it turned out that it was a lot
further away than he'd thought, and we would have needed to walk about 10km and cross the M4, nearly to Maynooth, so just as well we were in the car by that time!
When we got there it was this fantastic folly, apparently built to provide employment for the poor during the famine in 1740/1741 and at 42m (140 feet) tall it is quite an imposing edifice. Sadly it's surrounded by a steel fence so that only a really determined vandal can get in, and with gaps so small that I had to sling my camera over the top of the fence and slide it down inside to take a suitably dramatic and unobstructed picture. #folly #Celbridge #Maynooth #obelisk