Cill Chá · Co. Kildare
Norman castle, Antarctic birthplace, and a sleeping earl waiting underground.
Kilkea is a small south Kildare village with one road, one castle, and two of the strangest stories in Ireland attached to it. The castle was built around 1180 by Walter de Riddlesford, a Norman knight who got the land from Strongbow. It came to the FitzGerald family - Earls of Kildare - through marriage in 1273 and stayed with them for the better part of seven centuries. The FitzGeralds sold it in 1960. It became a hotel. The $35 million renovation that brought it back in the 2000s kept the medieval core intact. You can still make out where the 12th-century work ends and the 19th-century additions begin.
On 15 February 1874, Ernest Shackleton was born at Kilkea House - not the castle, but a separate house in the village. His father was a farmer who later studied medicine and moved the family first to Dublin, then to London in 1884. Shackleton was ten when he left Kilkea. He spent the next thirty-eight years trying to get as far from it as the earth allowed - three Antarctic expeditions, a ship called Endurance crushed in the pack ice, and a 1,300-kilometre open-boat crossing to South Georgia that is still studied in leadership programmes worldwide. The Shackleton Museum with the artefacts and the annual Autumn School is four miles north in Athy. Kilkea has the birthplace. Both claims are honest.
The FitzGerald story is the other thread. Gearóid Óg - Gerald, the 11th Earl - grew up at Kilkea after his half-brother Thomas (Silken Thomas) and five uncles were hanged at Tyburn in 1537 following a failed rebellion against Henry VIII. Gerald was twelve when he inherited the earldom and the ruin it was in. He spent years on the continent, got his estates restored, came home, and devoted himself to medicine, astronomy, and metallurgy - the sciences of the 16th century. His neighbours, predictably, called it alchemy. He died at Kilkea in 1585, and the legend grew: every seventh year he and his knights ride out from beneath Mullaghmast Rath on horses shod with silver. When the shoes wear through, he returns to free Ireland. A blacksmith crossing the Curragh in the 1890s claimed to have seen them.