Escape to the Edge of the World: A Cheeky Peek into Loop Head Lighthouse
Ah, County Clare! A place that could make a poet weep, or perhaps just cry for a pint. As we stand on this narrow strip of land under the bluest of skies, we find ourselves following a road that could quite honestly qualify as a marathon route but is, in fact, a mere sliver slicing through the heart of the only peninsula in Clare. Picture a jagged spearhead lazily dangling into the Atlantic like a cat on a windowsill, and voilà—welcome to Loop Head Lighthouse, the guardian of the coast and a prime spot for unsolicited sea selfies.
From the moment I set foot in this quaint, windswept land, childhood dreams of being a lightkeeper rushed over me. Yes, I was that kid who thought serving as a lighthouse-watching hermit was the height of sophistication. Who didn’t want to be a hermit with a glorious view? Sure, I later learned it’s not all oil lamps and cuddly sea creatures—thanks, Robert Eggers!—but renting a lightkeeper’s cottage seemed like the next best thing. No incessant horror movie plot twists, just me, the ocean, and hopefully, no wifi.
After a trek down what might as well be the set of a romantic thriller—minus the romantic leads, of course—we were welcomed by the stout little cottages huddled like three nervous friends at a party. Inside? A warm embrace of history, with mid-19th century whitewashed walls and dappled sunlight pouring in like it had somewhere else to be. As I kicked off my shoes—which is a big step for someone who appreciates a good shoe—my eyes were captured by one of my old schoolteacher’s artistic designs sitting quaintly on the table. Mirroring my feelings in that moment, I thought, “I am at home—without the drama, and most importantly, without the internet.”
Of course, we didn’t bring sustenance for this sweet escape, which is totally on-brand for someone with my talent for planning. The grand plan? A leisurely walk to Keating’s Bar and Restaurant for dinner, with the ocean serenading us along the way. Perfect, right? Well, the small detail that Keating’s decided to play hard to get (i.e., was closed) threw a wrench in our appetite. But fear not! A flickering light in the distance—Foley’s Bar!—sent us on a new adventure. We mingled with locals, their tweed caps nodding sagely as they chattered about Gaelic football. Did I mention one of them was the captain’s mum? Maybe fame wasn’t that far-fetched after all.
Our culinary luck took a turn for the better as we wandered down to Carrigaholt, where we discovered The Long Dock. The only company was the barman, who aptly decorated the night with tales as he rustled up a fire and ~subtly~ lured us into the warmth of the pub’s smokey aroma. A chef appeared as if summoned by some bizarre culinary spell, bringing us beautifully cooked seafood that tasted like the ocean decided to do a little dance on our tastebuds.
With our tummies full and our hearts content, we retreated back to the keeper’s cottage, where more fireside banter unfolded. The howling wind continued to bring delightful whispers of the ocean as we settled upstairs, where the window panes lit up every twenty seconds with the lighthouse’s guiding glow. Who needs Netflix anyway?
Mornings greeted us with their bright crimson skies, leaving us wondering why every morning can’t start with a “wow, I’m glad I rolled out of bed” moment. As I sauntered along a cycle pathway and glimpsed the crashing waves below, it felt as though the lighthouse was keeping a watchful eye on me while reminding others of the legendary lovers, Diarmuid and Gráinne. The local lore sure adds a romantic flair to an already breathtaking view.
Our human connection elevated by some friendly banter, we asked Mary Geaney, the charming caretaker, where we could find the iconic arched rocks. She delivered the sad news that they had succumbed to the elements, another reminder that Mother Nature is the ultimate diva—beautiful one minute, and gone the next. But alas, the lighthouse, resilient as ever, continues as the streak of hope in this dramatic tale of the elements at play.
If you’re itching for a quirky getaway, the Loop Head Lightkeeper’s House sleeps six and starts at €520 for a two-night stay. So, grab your mates, your significant other, or just your wine stash, and see if the allure of the lighthouse can ignite your passion for adventure—or at the very least, your passion for the great outdoors and local seafood delicacies!
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We navigate along a slender pathway beneath the expansive sky, tracing a road that pierces boldly through the mesmerizing landscape of County Clare’s only peninsula—a rugged, spearhead-shaped land that plunges dramatically into the Atlantic Ocean. As the view narrows, the mouth of the mighty River Shannon unfolds to the south, while the vast ocean stretches to the north, guiding us to the very tip of this geographical spear. At this ultimate edge of the world stands an unwavering sentinel—Loop Head Lighthouse, proudly positioned atop an elevated outcrop.
At the end of a remote lane, the lighthouse and two inviting cottages cluster closely around a shared courtyard, almost as if seeking refuge from the relentless Atlantic gales that start to emerge. Warm, amber-hued light spills through the old sash windows, and as we step inside, the howling wind is muted by the gentle clasp of the door, wrapping us in a comforting embrace. The cottage features robust, whitewashed mid-19th century walls paired with deep, dark walnut floors and charming 1950s farmhouse decor, including the quaint blue-and-white patterned crockery and a welcoming lack of wifi. A cozy lounge situated between two bedrooms offers a panoramic view of the bay, where binoculars rest on the windowsill, ready for spotting whales or dolphins. I find a book beside them—a collection of paintings by the talented artist Philip Brennan, who also happened to be one of my former teachers. In this moment, I feel an overwhelming sense of belonging.
Our luggage contains a couple of bottles of wine, but we find ourselves ill-prepared with little food in tow. The plan is to embark on a scenic walk to Keating’s Bar and Restaurant situated in Kilbaha, where we hoped to enjoy a delightful dinner by the serene shoreline. Just one house graces this stretch of road, and the winter season arrives with its haunting beauty, but our optimism falters when we discover that Keating’s is closed for the day. A little further on, in the minuscule hamlet of Cross, we spot the warm glow of Foley’s Bar piercing through the night-hued darkness. Inside, a group of friendly, tweed-capped locals gather, animatedly discussing the impending County Clare Gaelic football championship finals, with the local team, Naomh Eoin, aiming for victory. “We’re closing for the day to cheer on the match,” bartender Eileen Lynch tells us, her face lighting up as she adds, “and my son Owen is the captain.”
Our options for dining dwindle rapidly as night falls. We pivot towards Carrigaholt, a quaint harborfront village lined with a web of inviting pubs and charming sandstone cottages. Here, The Long Dock sits empty, except for a wait staff member behind the bar. Thankfully, a chef appears to work his culinary magic for us, while the barman stokes the fire, creating a warm atmosphere. The lingering aroma of timber smoke intertwined with the scent of fresh seafood follows us back to the lighthouse keeper’s cottage, where the laughter and stories flow easily around the fire with our son and his cousins.
Upstairs, I ascend the back staircase, enveloped in the comforting murmur of the ocean wind as it playfully ravages the roof. The lighthouse generates a mesmerizing light show, casting dappled rays of illumination through our rain-spattered windowpanes every 20 seconds. Though the temptation to shut ourselves off from this breathtaking setting is there, who would dare to miss such a spectacle?
Each morning reveals a new masterpiece of bright crimson skies streaked with deep purples, a stunning canvas that hints at the possibility of rain. A nearby cycle pathway beckons us towards a ridge that overlooks the tumultuous crashing waves below. The steadfast lighthouse remains a constant presence to the south, while close by, a giant sea stack boasts waves that surge up, wildly frothing. According to local legend, this captivating location was once a hiding place for two star-crossed lovers, Diarmuid and Gráinne, who spent a night here while evading the fierce chase of the jealous chieftain Fionn.
Mary Geaney, the dedicated caretaker of the cottage, stops by to see how we are handling our intentional break from the digital world. When I inquire about the famed arched rocks at the Bridges of Ross, she informs us of a recent tragedy: “The weather took its toll,” she explains sadly. “They collapsed into the ocean. Here, the elements wield the power to change everything in an instant; except, of course, for the enduring lighthouse.”
Loop Head Lightkeeper’s House (irishlandmark.com) sleeps six, from €520 for two nights
How can the surrounding natural sounds contribute to a peaceful atmosphere in a seaside retreat?
K staircase, curiosity bubbling as I anticipate the cozy escape that awaits. The second floor reveals a charming sleeping space adorned with soft fabrics and calming colors, perfect for unwinding after a day of exploring the rugged beauty of the peninsula. The only sounds are the gentle lapping of the waves below and the occasional call of the seabirds, creating an atmosphere of serene bliss.
A spectacular view greets me from the window, showcasing the dramatic coastline where the land meets the fervent Atlantic. The horizon stretches far, blending sea and sky, punctuated occasionally by boats silhouetted against the sunset. As the golden light fades, I settle into bed, book in hand, immersing myself in local tales, hoping to unlock the secrets of this enchanting place before drifting off to sleep, lulled by the symphony of wind and wave.
The next day promises to be an adventure filled with scenic strolls, perhaps some rugged treks along the cliffs, and a renewed search for the famed arched rocks that eluded us earlier. Loop Head Lighthouse, standing bold and proud, continues to cast its spell, inviting wanderers to explore its surroundings and bask in its timeless charm. As I dream of what lies ahead, a simple thought lingers: some places just feel like home, no matter how fleeting the stay.