Fairy fort / stone ringfort in Kilcahill

Kilcahill is a place where the old boundary still stands, a circular cashel thirty-nine and a half metres across, its drystone wall thickest at the north west and thinner where rain and foot traffic have taken their share. The grassland is level, the field marks are faint, and the enclosure beside it suggests people lived here long enough to shape the land twice. Fairy fort is the name the area gave it, which means the edge of the wall still does not feel entirely human. It is the kind of place where a child stops running, not from fear, but because the circle seems complete enough to hold something back.