There’s a gorgeous guest house called Delphi lodge down in Mayo. It’s run by totally charming anglo-irishy types and we had an hilarious stay there some years ago. It’s one of these places where all the guests sit at dinner together at one big table and we met some really interesting people.
We set off to stay there again last year and left the child with my mother. We were looking forward to the drive through Mayo as its really haunting: barren mountains and little civilisation. The part from Louisburgh to Delphi is particularly lovely. We half knew there was some story about a famous famine walk along this route and I asked my mother about it before we left. “Oh yes, the people walked from Louisburgh out to Delphi for food. It was very tragic”. Why? “They all died”. It appears they went to Delphi House in search of food and were sent away. On the way back to Louisburgh a storm got up and they were all blown into a lake and died.
We drove in silence along the road and when we pulled into the drive of the luxury guest house, we stopped, looked at each other and reversed. We both imagined famine victim ghosts haunting the entire area, not to mention our room with a lake view.
I really want to stay there again as the hospitality is excellent. But maybe next year.