Cill Orglan · Co. Kerry
A town that crowns a goat king for three days every August. The rest is footnotes.
Killorglin sits on a hill above the River Laune, twenty-two kilometres west of Killarney, where the Ring of Kerry stops being an idea and becomes a road. For 362 days a year it is a working market town with a steep main street, a bridge, and a salmon river. For the other three, it crowns a goat.
Puck Fair is the thing. Everything else here is in orbit around it. A wild billy goat is brought down from the Macgillycuddy's Reeks, a young girl from a local school crowns him King Puck, and he sits on a scaffolding tower above the square for three days while the town drinks, trades horses, and remembers itself. Nobody is entirely sure how old it is. The town has a charter from 1613. The fair is older than the charter. The goat predates both.
Outside of August the place is quieter than its reputation suggests. The Laune runs salmon in season. The pubs are real pubs. The food is better than it has any right to be for a town this size - Sol y Sombra and Nick's are the kind of restaurants you remember. Stop here on the way around the Ring. Stay an hour. Or come the second week of August and stay three days, like everyone else.