Sometime in the early nineteenth century the architect’s plans for Moy House were mixed up with plans for an Italian Villa, how bad! Add in a dedicated railway bridge across the road from the main entrance for the West Clare Railway and ‘You may talk of Columbus’s sailing, Across the Atlantical sea, But he never tried to go railing, From Ennis as far as Kilkee’ (Percy French 1902)
Fast forward a century and a complete refurbishment and Moy House prevails over the breathtaking Lahinch Bay, set on 15 acres of grounds adorned by mature woodland and a picturesque river. With its mix of contemporary and classical elegance today’s modern traveler can enjoy luxurious surroundings with natural and warm hospitality.
It’s a long long way from Clare, certainly if you take the long way round through the Burren, stopping for fishy tales (or is that tails) in Ballyvaughan, bless yourself at the Black Church near Fanore before being engulfed with sinful thoughts for a whole month of mean fomhar in Lisdoon, skirt past Doolin (the nearest resting point to the Aran Islands), on through Liscannor (where Boris Yeltsin departed for a memorable day fishing), resist the temptation to try your hand at a quick round of golf on the long and winding road down to one of Ireland’s surf capitals and one of the most memorable coastal road trips you can take to bring you to the doorstep of Moy house.
