The Mahony seat, fallen
Dromore Castle
Dromore was built in 1831 as the country house of the Mahony family, who held the Templenoe estate from the early 1700s. Pierce Mahony — a Dublin solicitor and political agent for Daniel O'Connell — was the man who commissioned it. The house was Tudor-revival, three storeys, sat on the ridge above the bay. The family ran out of money in the 20th century, the roof came off in the 1950s for tax reasons, and the building has been a shell ever since. You can still walk the avenue. The view is what the Mahonys paid for.
O'Sullivan Mór, 15th century
Dunkerron Castle
Dunkerron is the older ruin — a square tower-house built around 1465 by the O'Sullivan Mór, the senior branch of the O'Sullivan clan that held this end of Kerry before the Plantations. It sat at the head of a small inlet a mile west of where Dromore would later stand. Cromwellian forces took it in the 1650s. The Mahony estate later absorbed the lands and built a new house beside the old tower; that newer house is also a ruin, two ruins side by side. Cattle graze around them now. There is no signage. Ask in Kenmare.
A parish of 250 in Croke Park
The Spillanes and Templenoe GAA
Templenoe GAA was founded in 1933 and spent most of its history as a junior club competing in the Kenmare district. Then the Spillanes arrived. Pat — eight All-Ireland senior medals, nine All-Stars, the most decorated Gaelic footballer of the 1970s and 80s — grew up here, as did his brothers Mick and Tom. The next generation came through in the 2010s: the club won the Kerry Junior Championship in 2015 and the All-Ireland Junior Club final in 2016, with Killian Spillane (Pat's nephew) as captain. Tadhg Morley, also Templenoe, plays full-back for Kerry and has two senior All-Irelands. For a parish this small to keep producing inter-county footballers is not normal. It is the thing the village is most quietly proud of.
Where the parish meets the water
The pier
Templenoe pier is small — a stone slipway, a short concrete arm, room for a handful of boats. It sits below the N70 at the western end of the parish, on the north shore of the Kenmare River where the bay starts widening out. Locals fish off the wall in summer for mackerel and pollock. The odd charter boat goes out from here for sea-angling trips toward the Bull and Cow rocks. There is no shop, no café, no toilet. There is a bench. On a still evening the water is glass and the Beara mountains are mirrored back at you, and you understand why people who could live anywhere chose to live here.