When we arrived at Old Kilcullen, the sun was setting, and the moon was rising. We walked up the hill and into the graveyard and wandered around the old round tower. The view from the hill was spectacular as the fading light gave a beautiful golden glow to the lands below. It is called Old Kilcullen and we know Kilcullen is a few miles down the road….. so, what’s the story?
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