Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Muckross House sits on 11,000 acres in the park, with its 65-room grand Tudor home, formal gardens and trails, lakes, and wooded mountains (not to mention that monastery and graveyard). If this Muckross ghost could speak, it might complain about the 1861 visit of Queen Victoria, which indirectly caused that landowner’s financial shortfall. It might reminisce about the owners of the 1800’s, the Herberts and the Guinesses, or the gold-rush days of the 20th century, when a California mining magnate and his wife bought and then ultimately gifted Muckross to their daughter and son-in-law upon marriage. All went well until the daughter, Maude, died suddenly in 1929 of pneumonia on a steamship sailing back from America to Ireland, and Muckross fortunes changed hands again.

A Muckross owners reunion.

Torc Falls

Jaunting cars are the recommended mode of getting around. Our driver, Con, and his sturdy Irish track horse.