(When the spirits of a place are the best people to talk to.) On a whim, we ended up at the Hill of Tara. It’s an enormous place with several significant mounds, and I didn’t do “research” beforehand assuming the visitors center would do the job for me; it was closed. So instead, I followed a couple of crows from one post to another until I ended up on a hill and sat, unsure what to do next. So I just waited.