To overegg the point I recall a quarter century back, the early years living on this northern tip of Moytura, I enjoyed then Michael Poynder’s book Pi in the Sky. He was an Englishman and a gemmologist by profession who from what I could construe likely saw the globe as one big jewel, a fabergésque rotundish one. He loved leylines and therefore drawing straight lines was his delight, oftener than they possibly should they lead to his very door, a line here from Great Giza and or another between Lough Crew, Mont St. Michelle, the Glaston Tor or the tearmann of Tara with a deflect off Stonehenge for measure and again leading to his half door. His homestead was on the northeastern slopes of the Bricklieve Mountains where the Carrowkeel cairns, bog igloos these 5000 years, steady on despite that many facing sunsets, moonups in their own rites. Those hills parallel our hills across Lough Arrow, parallel Moytura. Might Poynder’s fancy be a product of so many years of living between the drizzles and rain horizontals for that long that you conjured justifications for ones ardour.