Belleeks vs Belleek
Not the pottery one
Belleek - singular, no s - is the village in Fermanagh that makes the bone china. It sits on the Erne, has a visitor centre, and gets coach tours. Belleeks, with the s, is this place: a planned village on a back road in south Armagh, a few hundred people, no pottery, no visitor centre, no tour buses. They share the Irish root Béal Leice, the ford-mouth of the flagstone, and almost nothing else. Now you know, and you can stop the locals having to tell you.
Planned in the 1790s
Gosford's village
What stands today is largely the work of an Earl of Gosford, who in the 1790s laid out a planned village on the site of an old Tudor garrison. That garrison had been besieged and taken during the rebellion of the Great O'Neill two centuries before; the land around it was held in 1641 by Hugh Boy O'Hanlon, one of the few Catholic gentry to keep a substantial estate in County Armagh after the Plantation. To the east of the village the Deerpark ran behind impressive 18th-century walls, parts of which still stand.
The chapel above the houses
Saint Laurence O'Toole's
Saint Laurence O'Toole's Roman Catholic Church sits in a prominent spot above the village - the building the place orients itself around. A Church of Ireland church and an Orange Hall stand a little to the north, out toward Whitecross. The GAA club takes the same patron, Cumann Lorcáin Uí Thuathail, Laurence O'Toole's, fielding men's and ladies' football, underage teams and Scor in the Armagh competitions. In a village this size the club and the chapel between them are most of the social life there is.
A quarter gone in ten years
After the Famine
The census returns either side of the Great Famine tell the south Armagh story plainly. Between 1841 and 1851 the village and its surrounding townlands lost more than a quarter of their people to death and emigration. The butter-and-cheese market that had made Belleeks a commercial centre for the district faded with them. The four annual fairs Acheson had been granted dwindled to one, and that last February fair was gone by the 1850s. The village that survived is the quiet one you see now.