The sun had already set by the time the bus arrived at the gates to Loughcrew House. As she waited for her suitcase, she stood in the dark, quietly admiring her surroundings.
Bags unloaded, the Pilgrims followed the pathway up to the house. The sound of her suitcase rolling along the drive seemed much louder than it probably was. She stood for a moment, marvelling at the entryway. Passing through to the house itself, she soon made her way through a maze of rooms, each more impressive than the last.
She half-expected someone to walk through the mirror, inviting her into a magical world.
The Pilgrims were weary and eager to get settled in their rooms. She was directed through the main living area and found herself in a lovely library. She imagined enjoying a cup of tea and a good book, but alas there would no time for that.
When she opened the door to her room, she was delighted! It was exactly as she saw on their website. She had to remind herself they would only be spending one night here and she was determined to make the most of it.
The Pilgrims made themselves at home in various areas of the house. Some turned in early, others gravitated toward the kitchen, a few ventured out onto the grounds. A fire was lit in the Great Room where she settled on one of the couches. Soon, others gathered to enjoy the warmth, admire the house, and get to know each other a bit better.
She could have sat staring at the fire all night. But with a sunrise ritual planned, combined with the hike up to the cairns, it was best to turn in and get as much rest as possible.