More from our meander along Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way
I’m not sure why ruins are refered to as romantic, I tried to find out, but I’m not sure I’m any the wiser. I think I’ll go with the term magnificent ruins, for these buildings are magnificent.
To me they speak of change and in the case of these buildings, social and political turmoil, but I suppose that’s inevitable if you hang around for a few hundred years.
It stands in private land, and due to its precarious state it’s not maintained. The orignal tower house is on the right of the next photo, and built-in 1480-90 I’m sure if was around here, someone would have ‘repurposed’ the stone over the centuries.
This is Garrettstown, this is one wing, there is another wing, but the planned ‘grand house’ was never built, as the cash ran out. It now forms part of Garrattstown Holiday Park, a stop-over on our travels.
Now this one has more of a romantic look I think, with a Rapunzel vibe It’s Newtown Castle, it has been beautifully restored and hosts weddings rather than battles
The estate is also home to The Burren Art College, and we had a lovely lunch there, and Spud the dog had the time of his life, about six students (all girls, from the USA) who were on a month-long residency and were missing their pet pooches from back home swarmed over him, he had his tummy tickled whilst we ate!