Áth Bhriain · Co. Down
A crossroads, a church, and the gates of Northern Ireland's first forest park.
Bryansford is not really a village. It is a crossroads a mile and a half north of Newcastle with a church, a parish hall, a primary school, and the Barbican Gate of Tollymore at the end of the road. The name means Brian's Ford, after Brian MacHugh Magennis, son of a local chieftain, whose son was also called Brian, whose ford was the one over the little stream in the middle of his lands. The Magennis family lost the land in the seventeenth century. The Hamiltons of Clanbrassil got it, and after them the Jocelyns, Earls of Roden, and after them the state.
The whole story is Tollymore. James Hamilton, second Earl of Clanbrassil, was tutored by the English architect and astronomer Thomas Wright, and when Hamilton came home to Down in the 1750s he started planting an arboretum and ornamenting his demesne with Gothic follies the like of which the British Isles had never seen — gate piers crowned with stone cones, a barn made up to look like a church, a Hermitage with a Greek inscription, the Barbican Gate. The Roden family inherited it, sold most of the estate to the Ministry of Agriculture in 1930 and the rest in 1940, demolished the big house in 1952, and three years later the forest opened to the public as the first forest park in Northern Ireland.
What that means in practice is that Bryansford has no pubs to speak of, no restaurant scene, no hotel, and several hundred thousand visitors a year walking past the post office on their way to the river. The car park fills by ten in summer. Game of Thrones did the village no favours and a lot of favours simultaneously. Most people drive in, walk the red trail to Parnell's Bridge and back, and drive out again without ever crossing the road into the village itself. That is fine. The village is not asking.
The thing to do, if you have a morning, is the obvious thing. Park early, walk the Shimna, lose an hour at the cascade, lose another at the Hermitage, come out the Barbican Gate and look at the gate properly because you walked under it without seeing it on the way in. Then drive the two minutes down to Newcastle for lunch. Bryansford is the gateway. Newcastle is the town.