Knockanore Farmhouse, est. 1987
The cheese on the hill
Eamonn Lonergan was a dairy farmer in Ballyneety who decided in the mid-1980s that selling milk to a co-op was no way to make a living. He and his wife Patricia learned to make cheddar, built a small dairy on the farm, and started in 1987 with the milk of their own Friesian herd. The smoked variety — oak from the Lismore woods, smoked in a hut on the farm — became the calling card. Their son Edward now runs much of the day-to-day. Awards have followed at the CÁIS Irish Cheese Awards and Blas na hÉireann. None of it is a marketing story. It is one farm, one herd, one shed.
The hill of gold
Cnoc an Óir
The name does not refer to buried treasure or a saint's gift. Cnoc an Óir means hill of gold, and the gold is the furze — gorse, whin — that once blazed yellow across the slope every spring. Forestry has changed the colour scheme; Sitka spruce is now the dominant cover on the upper hill. Older locals will tell you the slope used to glow.
Estuary country
The Blackwater below
Knockanore sits on the south side of the lower Blackwater, the river that flows out of Lismore and bends south at Cappoquin to find the sea at Youghal. From the higher fields here you look down on tidal mudflats, oak woods on the far bank, and the line of the river curling toward the estuary. The estuary is salmon water, swan water, and — if you know where to stand — heron and egret country. It is not signposted from the village. It is just there.