An Muileann gCearr · Co. Westmeath
County town between three lakes, with a showband statue and a cathedral that argues with the sky.
Mullingar is a midlands county town that gets passed through more than stopped in. The N4 takes you past it on the way to Sligo. The Dublin commuter train ends here. People ask what you'd do for a weekend in Mullingar and the honest answer is: walk a lake, walk the canal, eat a dinner, sleep, and do it again. That is, in fact, plenty.
The town itself is built around a square, a river, and a cathedral with twin 55-metre towers that you can see from most of the surrounding fields. The Cathedral of Christ the King went up in the 1930s and looks every inch of it - bronze crosses, mosaics by a Russian who'd worked at Westminster Cathedral, the kind of building a small town puts up when it has something to prove. Pearse Street and Oliver Plunkett Street are where most of the eating and drinking happens. Market Square is where Joe Dolan stands in bronze, mid-pose, forever about to launch into Make Me an Island.
What makes the place tick is the water. Lough Owel and Lough Ennell are five minutes' drive in opposite directions and the locals treat them like two lungs of the town - sailing club on one, wild swimming on the other, brown trout in both. The Royal Canal Greenway cuts straight through the centre, flat enough for a child on a bike, long enough for a serious cyclist to disappear for a day. Belvedere House sits on the Ennell shore eight kilometres south, with a folly built out of spite and a story about a wife locked up for thirty-one years. Stay two nights. The first one feels like a stopover. The second one is when you start to notice things.