An Cladach Dubh · Co. Galway
A village on the edge of Connemara whose main draw is an island you can walk to. At low tide Omey is a quarter-hour stroll across the sand. At high tide the same crossing would drown a car.
Claddaghduff - An Cladach Dubh, the black shore - is the kind of place you arrive at because you heard about the island, not because you were passing through. It sits on the Aughrus peninsula in the far north-west of Connemara, fifteen minutes by road beyond Clifden, a scatter of houses above a rocky shore with Cleggan over the hill to the north. The reason you came lies a kilometre offshore.
Omey Island is tidal. For about six hours either side of low water a wide, firm sand strand uncovers and you simply walk or drive out to it, following posts driven into the beach. On the island are the ruins of Teampall Feichin, a medieval granite church on the site of a monastery traditionally founded by Saint Feichin, dug back out of the sand in 1981; the saint's holy well; and a granite pluton that geologists rate among the oldest rock in Connemara. People have lived here for at least 5,000 years. By the 1990s University College Dublin archaeologists were excavating the monastic burial ground; by 2022 the island had five residents. For more than thirty years its only year-round inhabitant was Pascal Whelan, a former stuntman and wrestler who died in February 2017.
The village itself does not pretend to be more than it is. There is Sweeney's Strand Bar and Shop, which doubles as the shop, the post office and the petrol stop, and from the bar you look straight out at Omey Strand. There is a Catholic church, Star of the Sea. The Great Famine emptied this coast - the Grallagh graveyard holds children who died in 1847 and 1848, and the rest went to Boston - and the emptiness never quite filled back in. That space is now the appeal. Richard Murphy wrote poetry out of these seascapes; John McGahern lived here; Walter Macken drew on the country around it.
Come for the crossing and the light. Walk out at low tide, sit by the church on Omey, look west at nothing but water, and walk back before the sea closes the road behind you. Check the tide times first - this is the one rule the place enforces, and it enforces it absolutely.