Muilte Farannáin · Co. Westmeath
A village, a Franciscan friary that won't quit, and the lake the Children of Lir spent 300 years on.
Multyfarnham is a single street in north Westmeath, half a mile from the southern end of Lough Derravaragh. Four hundred and sixty people, a friary, a pub, a GAA pitch, and a lake older than memory. That is the whole place. It is enough.
The friary is the reason the village exists. Franciscans came in around 1238 at the invitation of the Norman Delamer family, and William Delamer built them a stone church and house here by 1268. They have been at it, more or less, ever since. Suppressed by Henry VIII in 1540, scattered by Cromwell in 1651, in ruins by the 1820s, rebuilt in 1839, college opened 1899, college closed 2003. The friars are still here. Walk in. The Stations of the Cross in the grounds are life-sized and oddly affecting.
Then the lake. Lough Derravaragh is one of the great mythic places in Ireland and almost nobody outside Westmeath knows it. Aoife, Lir's second wife, brought the four children here in her chariot, told them to bathe, and turned them into swans for nine hundred years. The first three centuries they spent on this water. The Fate of the Children of Lir - Oidhe Chloinne Lir - is one of the Three Sorrows of Storytelling, and Westmeath gets the saddest sorrow.
Come for an afternoon. Walk the friary. Drive five minutes to the lake. Climb Knockeyon if the weather holds. Have a pint at Weir's. Do not expect more than that, and you will not be disappointed.