Ard Mhic Nasca · Co. Down
Belfast's well-heeled commuter belt with a maypole at the crossroads.
Holywood is what Belfast does for the school run. Twelve minutes on the Bangor line from Grand Central, big houses up the Demesne, the High Street thick with bistros and pushchairs on a Saturday morning. The town has a smug reputation across Northern Ireland and it has earned most of it - the property prices, the cars, the way the same five people seem to own three businesses each. None of that is the interesting bit.
The interesting bit is older. A monastery here before 640 - Ard Mhic Nasca, the height of the son of Nasca, which the Normans translated as Sanctus Boscus and the English later mangled into Holywood. A 13th-century priory in ruin at the foot of the High Street. The only permanent maypole on the island of Ireland, planted at the crossroads, kept upright through wars and storms and one bad weekend in February 2021 when the original blew over and the town quietly put up a new one. Stormont sits on the Holywood Hills above the town. The Ulster Folk and Transport Museums are a mile east at Cultra. Rory McIlroy grew up two streets from the Maypole and his da pulled pints at the golf club.
Two nights here is plenty. Walk the coastal path to Bangor one day. Walk it back the next. Eat at Noble or Fontana. Have a pint where they make you put your phone away. Then move on, because the town isn't trying to entertain you - it's just trying to get to school by nine.