Discover hidden treasures in Ireland's heartland
Visit the magnificent woodlands of Lough Key Forest Park, where the variety of gardens, walks and trails will keep the entire family happy.
Everybody knows about our superb coastlines, our capital city, the well-known beauty spots, but not many think of the quiet roads and peaceful villages of central Ireland, where time really does seem to have stood still. If you’re looking for an autumn break away from it all, where taking things slowly is a way of life, and the old traditions still linger, then you can’t do better than head right up the middle of Ireland, leaving the crowded coasts to others and discovering some wonderful places that will be yours alone.
From Cork up through Tipperary, Offaly, Westmeath, Longford to Leitrim, there are a multitude of choices, depending on taste and inclination. Follow the course of the Shannon through Lough Derg, Lough Ree and Lough Allen, right to its source at the Shannon Pot in Co. Cavan. Explore the great Bog of Allen with its myriad wild flowers. Veer off to the left or right as fancy takes you, and discover somewhere new.
Visit medieval Farney Castle near Holycross in Tipperary and delve into the past. First built in 1185, the present structure was the work of Thomas Butler, 7th Earl of Ormond, in 1495. It was designed as part of a strong defensive system created by the Butlers to protect their land in Tipperary from the native Irish who, probably quite justifiably, resented their presence. Farney has the distinction of the only round tower in Ireland which is occupied as a family home. Owner Cyril Cullen began a long and illustrious career as a fashion knitwear designer back in the 1960s (Terry Wogan proudly wore one of his Aran sweaters!) and still has a keen interest in this work today, along with the creation of fine porcelain.
It’s not far from Farney to Holycross Abbey, a medieval Cistercian monastery on the banks of the River Suir. Pilgrims travelled here for more than eight centuries to see and venerate a relic said to be a piece of the True Cross. It has some splendid stonework and one of the only surviving wall paintings of its kind in Ireland.
Brian Boru made Lough Derg his principal seat before he became High King, and you can explore his fort by Killaloe, although it is now no more than a hollow in the woods, surrounded by trees. Mountshannon, further up the lake, has a popular bathing place, and boat trips can be taken to nearby Inis Cealtra or Holy Island. At Birr, there are the grounds and gardens of the castle to see, home of the Earls of Rosse, with its world-famous and enormous telescope, built by the third earl in the 19th century.
Or swing eastwards for Kilkenny, a city that was very definitely created around its castle, overlooking the River Nore and its vital crossing point over 900 years ago by the powerful Butlers of Ormond. As recently as 1967, the 24th Earl, Arthur Butler, sold Kilkenny Castle to the town for the princely sum of €50, only stipulating that the ground in front should always remain open and unbuilt upon, so that everyone could enjoy it to the full. It’s still a gracious grey place, Kilkenny, full of medieval atmosphere, with narrow cobbled laneways leading to intriguing old buildings that don’t seem to have changed in centuries, and ancient swinging signs over dark doorways. Don’t miss the Tholsel (toll hall), or the Butter Slip, both echoes of the medieval past. Kyteler's Inn is a tragic reminder of Ireland’s only recorded witch burning: one Alice Kyteler was accused of witchcraft (by the English colonial powers, not by the Irish who were always protective of their wise women). She managed to escape, but her hapless servant, Petronella, paid the price instead. It is said that both women can still be glimpsed on dark nights, hastening out of sight down alleyways, their cloaks billowing as they disappear. You just might see them on one of the ghost tours offered. Or browse the craft shops: Kilkenny has a well-deserved reputation for promoting all kinds of traditional handwork and other artistic pursuits.
Wherever you are travelling through the midlands, you will at some point cross the routes of the Grand and the Royal Canal which linked Dublin to the west coast over two hundred years ago. Many little quaysides and locks have been lovingly restored and where loaded barges once floated by, now gaily painted little pleasure craft tie up. Tullamore was for some years the terminus for the Grand Canal, while the company argued for the best route to take on to the Shannon, and it now boasts a splendid local history and heritage centre, as well as of course being the home of Tullamore Dew.
At the foot of Lough Ree, stop for a break at the oldest pub in Ireland (and possibly in the entire world), at Athlone or Ath Luain. The Irish name commemorates a crossing of the river managed by one Luain back in ancient times. He would guide travellers across safely (presumably receiving payment for his services) and inevitably little shops and stalls opened up around the ford, as well as his own hostelry which he kept for the refreshment of those journeying on to east or west. And it’s still there on the quayside in Athlone, although now it is known as Sean’s Bar. You can see some of the ancient lath and plaster structure preserved inside. Boy George is said to have owned it, albeit briefly!
The terminus of the Grand Canal is at Shannon Harbour where the ruins of a wonderful old hotel still stand, its surrounding stables and yards now overgrown and impassable. In its day, it saw thousands of canal passengers pass by or climb its stately steps to avail of a comfortable night’s sleep. Now it looks serenely down on holidaymakers happily messing about in boats, and keeps its memories to itself.
A little upriver from Shannon Harbour stands ancient Clonmacnoise, long a site of monastic devotion. It is peaceful today, but in its time it was sacked constantly by those seeking to snatch its riches. Contrary to general belief, though, these raids were rarely by the Vikings — the English and even the Irish themselves account for most of them. It does tend to happen when you choose a site so conveniently placed at the edge of a huge navigable river, which is also a crossing point on the Esker Riada — the natural hard ridge of rock which leads from the east to the west coast.
North again, the Shannon forms a natural border between Roscommon to the west and Longford to the east, before reaching Carrick on Shannon in Leitrim. Here brightly-painted barges and pleasure boats moor alongside the quays and you can relax with a coffee or some home baking and enjoy the lively scene. Close by is Lough Key Forest Park. Coillte’s flagship visitor destination, run on principles of sustainability and environmental care, where you can enjoy strolling through the magnificent woodlands on what was once the historic Rockingham Estate. Take time to explore many of the park’s unique, natural and historical features from its 19th-century parkland with majestic trees, follies, bridges and canals to the numerous walks and trails through the native woodlands, and a bog garden.
Just on the border between Leitrim and Fermanagh stands an innocent little humpbacked bridge that tells a long and troubling story. On one side is Blacklion in Leitrim, and on the other Belcoo in Fermanagh. Here there is a well restored railway station, once part of the Sligo-Leitrim Line, where, when trains became unavailable in wartime, they actually ran buses on the tracks.
But this is not just a river crossing, it’s a division between two actual countries, Ireland on the west, the United Kingdom on the east. Inhabitants of both villages have always crossed the bridge to each other’s shops and facilities without thinking very much about it, but no-one is ever sure when this might be stopped.
And there is a wonderful story centred around the outbreak of war here in 1939. A circus (by its very nature international and multi-cultural) was passing through from Fermanagh to Leitrim on a planned tour, but was stopped at the bridge by English guards who wanted to intern the whole company under the new wartime regulations.
While the officers tried to get advice on how to prevent an entire circus with all its wagons, wild animals, and caravans from crossing their border, the performers took matters into their own hands and simply pushed their way across the little humpbacked bridge. When everything had been safely got over into the Republic, they decided to celebrate and gave an impromptu performance right there in the main street of Blacklion. Can’t you see the clowns somersaulting, the horses swirling, the children laughing and clapping in delight? One of the brighter moments of an otherwise bleak time, and worth celebrating even now.
Wherever you wander through our hidden heartlands, you will notice something beautiful and unusual — no crowds, no over-touristy development. As we said at the beginning, it’s an older world, an Ireland you thought had vanished. Well it hasn’t! You never know what you will discover next. Make this the autumn you find out.
