The visit to Ballysaggartmore Towers is the closet I have ever come to walking into a fairy tale. You enter a wooded walk through an old growth forest to the main structures on the property. As you wander the path you are surrounded by lush greens, moss-covered downed trees, various ferns along the forest floor beneath a lush tree-covered canopy. I was fortunate to be there in early summer and wild rhododendron were in full bloom. The shocking bright reds and fuchsias peeking through the trees were beautiful and added a magical touch. One of the first structures you come upon are the towers and the stone bridge. As I approached, I half expected trolls to come up from the river bed and over the bridge asking for a toll to pass through. As you continue on you come across an open grassy space upon which sits a beautiful façade which would have been the entrance to the estate. It’s an arched entranceway bookended by gorgeous stoned turrets. The architecture of the buildings is quintessentially what you would expect a classic fairy tale castle to look like. Your imagination could run wild crafting a story here. I’d love to go back and spend a day wandering and writing allowing the ghosts of the another time to send me a tale to tell. While traversing the path to head out, there was a section where many, many tiny flying things were fluttering throughout the air – they looked as if they were tiny bits of feather flitting about. I imagined them as fairies dancing through the air and I couldn’t help but laugh and smile at my good fortune and at experiencing such a lovely enchanted place.
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