Cill Locha · Co. Down
A planned 18th-century port the tide gave up on. The tree-lined street is the whole point.
Killough is the postcard version of a planned village. Long straight main street, two rows of mature sycamores down the middle of it, merchant houses turning their backs on the weather, a harbour at the bottom that the sea has more or less given up on. The Wards of Castle Ward laid it out in the 1740s - Michael Ward drove the eight-mile straight road from his house at Strangford down to the bay and called the new port St Anne. The name didn't take. Killough did.
What you have to understand is that Killough was meant to be a town. Lord Bangor brought the engineer Alexander Nimmo down between 1821 and 1824 to build proper quays out of the Napoleonic-war corn boom. Then the war ended and the corn market collapsed, and a few miles up the coast Ardglass took the fishing boats with it. The village stopped growing. The merchant houses on Castle Street stayed. The sycamores went in in 1850 and they did all the growing instead.
Come for a slow morning. Walk the avenue, walk the pier, drive the two miles down to St John's Point and look at the lighthouse - the tallest onshore lighthouse on the Irish coast, painted in the bold black-and-yellow bands it has worn since 1954. If you have a copy of Van Morrison's Avalon Sunset in the car, put on "Coney Island" on the way back; the townland it names is the one tucked into the bay between Killough and Ardglass, and the road in the song is the road you are on.