Drawn on bog, 1812
John D'Arcy's town
John D'Arcy inherited 17,000 acres of Connemara at 21 and decided to put a town on it. He was 26 when the foundation stones went down in 1812. He built a Gothic-revival castle for himself a mile west, laid out a grid for everyone else, and within twenty years there were nearly 1,300 people, 23 pubs and a working distillery. He died in 1839. The Famine bankrupted his son. The Eyre brothers of Bath bought the lot in the 1850s and let the castle fall to ruin. The grid stayed.
The bog that talked to Nova Scotia, 1907
Marconi at Derrygimlagh
Guglielmo Marconi picked the bog south of Clifden because it was high, wet, and far from any electrical interference. Eight wooden masts 210 feet tall, twelve kilometres of aerial wire, a power house, a condenser house and 200 men on the payroll. The first commercial transatlantic wireless message went from here to Glace Bay, Nova Scotia on 17 October 1907. Anti-Treaty forces burned the station in July 1922. The foundations are still out on the bog. The discovery loop walks you through them.
First non-stop transatlantic flight, June 1919
Alcock and Brown
Captain John Alcock and Lieutenant Arthur Brown took off from Newfoundland in a modified Vickers Vimy bomber and aimed for Ireland. They flew through cloud, fog and ice for sixteen hours and twelve minutes, navigated by the Marconi masts at Derrygimlagh, and crash-landed nose-first in the bog at Derrygimlagh on 15 June 1919. £10,000 from the Daily Mail and a knighthood each from George V within a week. The memorial cairn stands where the plane went in. There is a piece of white limestone shaped like a tail-fin a few hundred metres up the loop, easy to miss.
Third Thursday in August
The Pony Show
The Connemara Pony Show has been running on and off in Clifden since 1923. One day a year, the third Thursday in August, the showgrounds at the edge of town fill with grey ponies, breeders, judges, dealers and the entire Connemara diaspora home for the week. Every bed in town is gone three months out. The pubs are two-deep by lunchtime. If you have any interest at all in horses or in what a small Irish town does at full tilt, this is the day.