From the moment our names are acknowledged on the guest list, Tom, the distinguished-looking guard resplendent in kelly-green livery, doffs his top hat, bids us a hearty welcome, raises the barrier and directs us through a stone archway between two turreted towers.
“Just follow the road until you reach the castle,” the gatekeeper says with a smile. “You can’t miss it.”
Orna O’Reilly — fellow blogger, interior designer and this Yank’s Irish “Sherpa,” well-versed in the art of driving on the wrong side of the road — steers our rental car down the pavement that effortlessly meanders around undulating grassland in Cong, County Mayo, while I hum Rakes of Mallow from the Academy Award-winning movie The Quiet Man.
Dum-ta. Dum-ta. Dum-ta. Diddle-diddle…
“Welcome to Ashford Castle,” bids Frank, the doorman, as he, too, doffs his top hat and smiles. “Reception’s straight ahead,” he tells us as we hand him the key fob to our compact rental. “We’ll park your car and have your luggage brought to your room shortly.”
Up a flight of stairs, flanked by a pair of Irish Wolfhound statues — four-legged guests are always welcome here — our feet touch the bespoke carpeting as we enter into a magical world of regal elegance sprinkled with Irish charm that defines Ashford Castle, recognized as the 2015 Hotel of the Year by Virtuoso, the international luxury travel network.
The five-star castle-resort, set amid 350 acres of well-manicured greenery, gardens and rustic paths and trails, overlooks the postcard-perfect shores of Lough Corrib, Ireland’s second largest lake that’s reportedly dotted with 365 islands, one for each day of the year.
With a heritage dating all the way back to 1228, Ashford Castle, the oldest fortress on the Emerald Isle, recently turned the page on its history when it was purchased by Red Carnation Hotels (TRC) — only the seventh owner of the property — and immediately underwent a multi-million dollar renovation and refurbishment that was unveiled to much fanfare this past April.
And, this is where we come in — Orna and I — as guests of RCH for a two-night stay so that we can experience, firsthand, the renaissance inside this nearly 800-year-old castle-turned-resort, one of the jewels in The Leading Hotels of the World collection.
Met at reception by Magdalena, a warm, friendly and highly-efficient front-desk supervisor — dressed impeccably in a vest, smart skirt and long coat with the company logo, a fresh red carnation, pinned to the lapel — we’re checked in quickly, our planned itinerary for the next 48-hours confirmed, and then we’re escorted to our accommodations.
It’s a circuitous route over more luxurious bespoke carpeting, past a 16th century, armor-clad guardian, up wooden staircases, across several landings and then down a corridor until we reach the very top of the historic residential area.
Magdalena inserts the key card to our room, pushes back the door and our jaws drop in OMG unison.
“Welcome to the state room once used by Lady Ardilaun, wife of Sir Arthur Guinness,” she informs us as we remain transfixed by our surroundings: the four-poster bed, original fireplace, artwork, exquisite antiques, the complimentary VOYA seaweed-based organic bath and beauty products, the convenient USB ports just above the bedside tables, and the panoramic lake view.
“It’s one of only six 13th to 17th century state rooms,” Magdalena adds, “located in the oldest part of the castle.”
“Would you care for a glass of Prosecco while you settle in before dinner?,” she asks us, two deers caught in the headlights. Barely able to utter “yes” from our trance-like state, we don’t even hear Magdalena quietly leave the room. Can you blame us?
Just across the bridge from the castle, Cullen’s is a short, five-minute stroll in good weather, hours away in bad. Not to worry. Hotel staff have us covered as we board one of the castle’s Land Rover Defenders for the quick, chauffeur-driven dry hop across the Cong River.
A summer-only bistro restaurant occupying a traditional thatched-roof cottage, Cullen’s serves up international and local dishes inspired by Beatrice Tollman, owner of Ashford Castle, in a casual atmosphere accented by friendly Irish hospitality.
Greeted warmly by Sinead, the restaurant manager, she and her young and eager wait staff go above and beyond the call of duty to ensure our dining experience at Cullen’s is memorable. And, it is.
I order fish for both the starter and the main course: a prawn and lobster cocktail and grilled Irish salmon. Orna, on the other hand, selects meaty South African fare: bobotie spring rolls and peri peri chicken. We end up sampling each other’s dishes to see who chose wisely. Turns out, we both did.
For dessert, I savor Ms. Tollman’s signature cheese cake and Orna enjoys several healthy scoops of vanilla ice cream bathed in a crispy honeycomb sauce.
With apologies to Vaughn Monroe, the late American crooner, the weather outside is [still] frightful, so we take the complimentary ride back over the river and into the warmth of Ashford Castle. No one told me Ireland was this cold in August. Where did the summer go? Did it even arrive? Brrr.
A nightcap is in order, both to celebrate our first day here and to help digest dinner, so we retire to The Prince of Wales Cocktail Bar where Tom, the on-duty mixologist, preps two Jameson, neat. Seated around a glass covered table showcasing a few antique flintlock pistols, we sip from crystal snifters wondering all the while if these weapons were ever used in a duel at 15 paces.
Sleep is just around the corner as we tuck ourselves into the inviting four-poster bed — turned down by evening maid service — and its soft 400 thread count Egyptian cotton linen highlighted by a complimentary box of Lily O’Brien’s chocolates resting atop one of the pillows.
I’ve been told that a “history” cruise around Lough Corrib, shoving off daily at 11 bells from Ashford Castle Pier, is a terrific way to explore the camera-ready surroundings of some of the lake’s 365 isles and take in the panoramic views of the Connemara Mountains in the distance. That is, of course, weather permitting. Unfortunately, not today, as the skipper of our boat announces that due to choppy waters and imminent rain we won’t be going anywhere. Bummer.
When it’s not raining on your parade, there are plenty of activities to keep you busy in between breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Tee it up at the parkland golf course; play singles or doubles on two all-weather tennis courts; go fishing; grab a kayak and paddle around the lake; mount a horse and hit the woodland trails, or take a carriage ride with the entire family; hire a bike and cycle the castle’s vast estate; take aim at clay pigeons and bullseyes with skeet and archery; play billiards; screen The Quiet Man and other box-office hits in the velvet-seat cinema; relax in the spa; or, do what we’re about to do: experience the ancient form of falconry.
Ireland’s School of Falconry (SoF), located on the grounds of Ashford Castle, is the oldest established falconry school in Ireland. Here, castle guests can book a once-in-a-lifetime “hawk walk” and fly their very own Harris’s hawk in the castle’s woodlands.
Meet Jamie and Lima. Jamie’s the smiling redhead from California in the watchman’s cap and a bona fide falconry instructor; Lima’s the female Peruvian Harris’s hawk. Together, they’re schooling us in the fine art of falconry, a 4,000 year-old hunting sport.
Following its handler — sometimes Orna, sometimes me — from tree to tree, Lima periodically swoops down into our gloved fists, grabs a “snack,” then flies off again. You know she’s somewhere nearby from the sound of the tiny bells attached to her talons.
In 1906, the Prince of Wales was a guest of the Guinness family, owners of Ashford Castle at the time. The prince went on to become England’s King George V. In honor of the king’s visit, the Guinness family built a special dining room which still bears his name.
From acclaimed Chef Philippe Farineau’s kitchen, we both select fish for a our starters: west coast cured blue fin tuna and Connemara Smokehouse organic smoked salmon. But, for the main course we’re split between land and sea: Skeaghanore free-range duck breast and duck foie for the lady, monkfish tail and fennel for moi.
And paired with our delectable selections is an equally delightful bottle of Blanc de Mer, a Riesling blend from Bouchard Finlayson Winery of South Africa.
Despite sideways falling rain, we’re holding our own capturing the magnificence of this idyllic setting, indoors and out, where John Ford and crew filmed part of The Quiet Man — one of my fave movies and viewable on your in-room, flat-screen TV — and where the late United States President Ronald Reagan once stayed during his official visit to Ireland, now honored with his name on the hotel’s Presidential Suite.
Red Carnation Hotels has done an exemplary job of restoring this pristine country estate to its former glory, breathing new life into her to carry her forward, hopefully, for another 800 years. But, it is the staff, those warm and friendly individuals led by affable General Manager Niall Rochford, who have made our visit so unforgettable. We thoroughly enjoyed the regal elegance of Ashford Castle, but found its Irish charm simply irresistible.
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