Here, the pleasant green heartland of Limerick reveals itself – a place where beauty dwells and peace pervades. ‘Tis said that hereabouts in ancient times the Fianna often hunted the wild deer. At a later time, a worthy scion of Thomond’s noble line, Torlach, was born here. This child became a man destined to walk the rugged pathways of the Lord, and like Him, faced his Calvary at the end. Dark and evil were the happenings of those days. Bishop Torlach was taken, beshackled, from his pesthouse ministry, and his life of heroic fortitude cruelly extinguished – conversely with that foul hanging a radiant beacon was set alight! For this man was a saint in the making! And because of that, this hallowed place will evermore be known across the land.