Cladach Dubh · Co. Galway
A tidal island with a 7th-century church, reached on foot across the strand. The rest of the year, it sits in the water.
Claddaghduff is the kind of place where you arrive because you heard about the island, not because you were passing through. It sits on the north Connemara coast, a scatter of houses above a rocky beach, and the reason you came — Omey Island — lies 1 km offshore.
At low tide, the island is connected. The strand uncovered by water becomes a quarter-hour walk to Tempall Fheichin, a ruined church from the 7th century, and the holy well beside it. The island has been inhabited since prehistoric times. A few people still live there — houses perched above the rocks, a handful of permanent residents whose neighbour is the Atlantic.
In August, the horse race takes over. Riders line up on the strand and run the beach, the way they have for generations. It is not a formal event with grandstands. It is riders, horses, a beach and wind.
The scenery is the point. Rocky coastline, bog inland, the Atlantic as the third element. Come at low tide, walk the strand, sit at the church and look west. There is nothing to buy here, nowhere to eat. That is the whole appeal.