Bun an Churraigh · Co. Mayo
The crossroads the island forgets about - until you find the friary.
Bunacurry is not the postcard Achill. The postcard Achill is Keem Bay, twenty minutes further west on the R319, with the turquoise water and the cliffs and the queue of people with cameras. Bunacurry is the island's interior - bog, road, a few houses, a church, a business park, and the ruins of a Franciscan monastery sitting just off the road as if they landed there and couldn't be moved. Which, in a way, is exactly what happened.
The monastery was put up between 1852 and 1854 on the instruction of Archbishop McHale of Tuam, a direct counter to Edward Nangle's Protestant mission colony at Dugort to the north. The building didn't go up quietly. Colonists demolished the walls during construction and removed the stones. The monks and the local workers rebuilt. By 1854 the monastery was done, and it ran as a boys' school - Irish and Latin, taught by Franciscan brothers - for over a century, closing in 1971. The ruins have the U-shaped footprint of a serious institution. Five bays, a north tower, crow-stepped parapets. It's more building than you expect to find this far up the bog.
The other thing worth knowing: Bunacurry is Gaeltacht. Or was. It's officially Irish-speaking territory and the road signs say so, though you'll use English for everything unless you make the effort. The McKay family's distillery in the old Údarás na Gaeltachta site is genuinely Irish-owned, genuinely island-made, and genuinely the only one in the country operating on an island. The guided tours are two hours, the Classic Blend is good, and the whiskey actually benefits from the Atlantic air doing its thing to the barrels.