Must Reads: Haunted in an Irish Castle

Turin Citadel in Kilmaine, County Mayo, Eire.
(Mary McNamara / Los Angeles Occasions)

Eire is a proudly haunted island, its panorama outlined by historical cairns and standing stones, by ruined abbeys, castles and cottages.

The spectral is available in many well-known varieties: the women — the White Girl of Kinsale (who threw herself off the partitions of Charles Fort after her husband was shot); the Ready Girl of Ardgillan Citadel (on vigil for her drowned husband); the Faceless Girl of Belvelly Citadel (survived a siege however went insane upon discovering she was now not stunning); the incarcerated (Cork District Lunatic Asylum, the Wicklow Jail); and the casualties of struggle (the Jacobites of the Battle of Aughrim and King James ll who is alleged to hang-out Athcarne Citadel the place he stayed earlier than being defeated within the Battle of the Boyne ).

So in case you are trying, there are many ghosts to be present in Eire.

Or you are able to do what we did and simply convey them with you.

My household and I traveled to Eire in June 2017 to scatter my dad and mom’ ashes at Downpatrick Head in County Mayo. We knew the precise spot as a result of Mother and Dad, who spent lots of their post-retirement summers within the land of our ancestors, had introduced us right here nearly 20 years in the past.

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Downpatrick Head is likely one of the world’s extra dramatic edges, the place the wildflower-studded grass runs in candy inexperienced benevolence till it hits the wild wind and a 140-foot drop onto black rocks and white foam.

Now we have footage of my then-1-year-old son Danny sitting within the grass choosing daisies whereas my dad and mom confirmed my brother, Jay, the place they wished their ashes to go: proper in view of the towering sea stack referred to as Dun Briste (Damaged Fort) and some yards from a blow gap the place, my father knowledgeable us, British troopers had thrown native villagers throughout the 1798 Irish Rebel.

So not, you recognize, Rose Hills.

For a 12 months or two, Downpatrick Head was one thing of a household joke. We'd not make that loopy drive to that loopy cliff, but when we did, we'd pitch the ashes down the blow gap. Then far too quickly, it wasn’t.

My dad died 4 years after that journey; once we provided to take Mother and the ashes to Eire, she stated she wished to attend and be scattered together with him. When she died a number of years later, neither my brother nor I had the guts to make the journey.

For years.

After that once-upon-a-time 1-year-old went away to school, my brother and I spotted we needed to get transferring, busy schedules and blended emotions be damned.

My husband, Richard, Danny and his sisters Fiona and Darby, and I flew to Dublin a number of days earlier than Jay and his husband, Franco. After what I can solely hope was our final argument to finish with “Nicely, you’re the oldest,” Jay satisfied me to hold the cremains.

It was a bit unsettling to journey along with your dad and mom’ ashes. My mother was all the time style aware so I needed to discover a trendy carry-on, however it was nonetheless disconcerting to shove it within the overhead.

In Dublin, we stayed in a stunning flat close to the Common Put up Workplace, which now homes a wonderful museum dedicated to the 1916 Easter Rising. We put the bag in a pleasant alcove the place I might nod to them as we got here and went.

An ‘ambiance’

It wasn’t till we acquired to the fortress that the haunting started.

Jay had determined that we would have liked to lease a fortress. He confirmed me a number of from which to decide on, and we each beloved Turin Citadel, an excellent restored preserve in County Mayo close to the cities of Ballinrobe and Cong (the place “The Quiet Man” was filmed). It slept 12, with 5 bedrooms and 5 loos. We have been seven, so for as soon as there have been no arguments about bedrooms, no ready for a free toilet after an extended day touring.

Turin Citadel rose sq. and strong from brilliant inexperienced fields on the finish of a drive that was simple to overlook, partly as a result of it was preceded by a minimum of two activates unnamed lanes.

It has been gorgeously restored, which isn't to say renovated. The facilities have been trendy (and flawless), however the format was true to historical past.

All of the rooms have been accessed by a stone spiral staircase that started on the bottom ground, the place the doorways have been sufficiently small to make male invaders stoop so the present residents might reduce off their heads.

Alongside a collection of landings have been different bedrooms, loos and the kitchen, which was related to a wide ranging nice room with a hearth you would stand in and a desk that may solely be described as “baronial.” (Which it's, within the video on the fortress’s web site.)

Jay and Franco arrived on the fortress a number of hours after we did, via the mist at nightfall, and Franco instantly knowledgeable the children that he felt a particular “ambiance.” “It higher have ambiance,” my jet-lagged brother grumbled, “it’s an Irish fortress.”

Turin Castle in Kilmaine, County Mayo, Ireland.
(Mary McNamara / Los Angeles Occasions)

Now we have a number of ghost tales from our travels—Jay and Franco as soon as stayed in a Parisian resort with a sorrowing feminine presence that they felt however by no means noticed—and Eire is stuffed with locations the place a ghostly youngster or a cowled determine would make excellent sense. So when the “this fortress is haunted” tales started, I wasn’t stunned.

Franco felt a hand tug his shirt as he acquired prepared for mattress; invisible fingers tousled Jay’s hair. Danny, brushing his tooth one night time, heard somebody hiss “Psst” at him, however nobody was there. Fiona heard rustling within the kitchen and, irritated when nobody answered her, walked in from the nice room to seek out the kitchen empty.

I laughed, till someday when, after spending a quiet half hour with Fiona and Darby, I went to seek out Richard, who requested, “What are these two combating about now?” I informed him the women weren’t combating, hadn’t made a sound. “However I heard considered one of them crying,” Richard stated. “Crying and crying.”

The wind on the fortress was sturdy at instances, however it all the time sounded exactly just like the wind.

I saved an eye fixed, and ear, out after that, however it was all onerous to consider. I've been in homes that felt disturbed or scarred one way or the other, however Turin Citadel was not like that, not scary in any respect. It was pretty and fascinating; even those that felt the spirit thought it was mischievous, not malicious.

I started to really feel snubbed, having not encountered it.

Finest laid plans

The day of the nice ash scattering got here, and we made our means north to Downpatrick Head with an compulsory, and costly, cease at Foxford Woollen Mills the place my dad and mom had, years in the past, bought the roughly 387 tweed caps and wool sweaters we have been nonetheless parceling out to members of the family.

As we acquired nearer, Waze, which had functioned superbly all through our journey, saved taking us alongside improbably lengthy and ill-fated routes, however we lastly arrived on the tip high of Mayo, about 3 miles north of Ballycastle, inhabitants 219, the place the wild Atlantic has carved cliffs and sea stacks.

The geography had not modified in 20 years however a number of issues had. There was a parking lot and an indication; there was a viewing space across the blow gap, which we found is known as Ballot na Seantine (Gap of the Historical Hearth), and the place, my father would have been to study, native rebels had drowned whereas hiding from British troopers. Which is unhealthy, however not as unhealthy as villagers being pitched onto the rocks.

The wind was chilly, onerous and regular underneath a pale grey sky. When my dad and mom first introduced us right here, I informed them their ashes wouldn't be scattered anyplace if there was any likelihood they might blow again throughout me. Dumped, not scattered. I had repeated this a number of instances as we ready for the journey.

However the wind was at our backs as we confronted the ocean, so sturdy it molded our coats in opposition to us. We went to the spot that our dad and mom had confirmed us and acquired as near the sting of the cliff as our spouses would enable. Jay took Dad and I took Mother and we pried open the containers, rigorously reduce the baggage, stated a prayer and on the rely of three, shook their ashes onto Downpatrick Head.

Dad flew out in a terrific cloud and marked the grass to the cliff. Mother flew out after which, after hanging within the air for a second or two, proceeded to defy the legal guidelines of aerodynamics and nature by flying in opposition to the wind and throughout me.

In my hair, in my eyes, in my mouth. Throughout my glasses, my coat, into my purse, ashes of Mother. For weeks after, I might pull one thing out of my pockets and discover a little bit maternal grit.

I used to be livid, my brother wide-eyed and my youngsters doubled over with laughter. “She heard you,” stated Fiona, who on the age of 5 had tried to outlast my mom in a staring contest. “She heard what you stated.”

I spat a number of instances and we walked round a bit, speaking about that long-ago day and the way a lot my dad and mom had beloved this nation. Then we drove to Ballycastle to have lunch at Mary’s Cottage Kitchen, the place we had lunched with my dad and mom all these years in the past. I went into the women room to wipe the ashes from my face, and after I closed the door, the sunshine went out, after which it went again on once more. Fast as a wink.

The solar got here out on the drive residence, and once we returned to the fortress, it was bathed in golden gentle. We stayed one other 4 days, and although the wind sighed and whined and the fireplace threw shadows on the ground, there have been no extra hints of haunting. If we wished ghosts, we must look elsewhere; ours have been sinking into the Irish grass, settling beneath the Irish sea.

For those who go

Turin Castle in Kilmaine, County Mayo, Ireland.
(Mary McNamara / Los Angeles Occasions)

THE BEST WAY TO DUBLIN, IRELAND

From LAX, Aer Lingus and Ethiopian provide nonstop service to Dublin, and United, Delta, American, British, KLM, Lufthansa and Air Canada provide connecting service (change of planes). Restricted round-trip airfare from $758, together with taxes and charges. Additionally, Aer Lingus, American, Jet Blue, Alaska, British, United and Virgin Atlantic provide connecting service to Shannon, Eire. Restricted round-trip airfare from $626, together with taxes and charges.

To get to County Mayo, you'll be able to fly both into Dublin or Shannon; Shannon is a bit nearer, however in both case, you have to to lease a automobile.

WHERE TO STAY

Turin Citadel, Kilmaine, Eire; 011-353-40440923. $3,400-$4,600 per week, relying on season. Sleeps 12.

Turin Castle in Kilmaine, County Mayo, Ireland.
(Mary McNamara / Los Angeles Occasions)

Greenacres vacation cottage, Ballinrobe, Eire. $91 an evening. Sleeps seven.

Wyatt Lodge, Westport, Eire; 011-353-9825027. Doubles from $63 midweek an evening, with breakfast; $172 on weekends.

WHERE TO EAT

Mary’s Cottage Kitchen, Essential Road, Ballycastle, Eire; 011-353-96-43361

Flannery’s Bistro, Cornmarket, Ballinrobe, Eire; 011-353-94-954-1724

Ryans Hotel, Essential Road, Cong, Eire; 011-353-949546004

TO LEARN MORE

Downpatrick Head is alongside the Wild Atlantic Means, and simply considered one of many locations price visiting in County Mayo.

mary.mcnamara@latimes.com

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