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Fáilte go Contae An Iarmhí
The land, the water and the earliest stories of County Westmeath.
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Westmeath’s landscape is full of stories. Here are eight of them. The where, the when and the who are all inside.
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Fáilte go Contae An Iarmhí
Westmeath is a landlocked county in the heart of Ireland, in the province of Leinster. It is known for its lakes, rolling farmland, ancient bogs and rich heritage.
Its Irish name An Iarmhí means ‘west Meath’, after the county was created in 1542, when the existing County Meath was divided in two.
Mullingar, the county town, takes its name from An Muileann gCearr – ‘the left-handed mill’ – after a tradition that St Colman of Lynn miraculously reversed the direction of the local mill’s wheel in the 7th century. Local historian Ruth Illingworth has called it the only town in Ireland named after a miracle.
Melanie
Heritage Officer, Westmeath County Council
The Westmeath coat of arms was granted in 1968. The shield is quartered diagonally, with each section reflecting a layer of the county’s identity.
The swan in the upper blue field represents the legend of the Children of Lír – the four children transformed into swans on the waters of Lough Derravaragh.
The Norseman’s helmet in the lower blue field recalls Turgesius, the Viking chief captured and drowned in Lough Owel by Malachy I, King of Meath, in 843 AD.
The gold lions rampant in the red quarters represent the old ruling families of the county – the Maelechlainns, the MacGeoghegans and the MacCauleys.
At the centre, the four fields are united by a gold collar – recalling the collar of gold said to have been won by the later High King Malachy II (Máel Sechnaill mac Domnaill) from a defeated Norse champion, and celebrated centuries afterwards in Thomas Moore’s ballad ‘Let Erin Remember’.
Triath ós Triathaibh – ‘Noble above Nobility’.
The motto honours Tuathal Teachtmhar, a High King of Ireland who, according to tradition, had a palace at Uisneach – the ancient hill near the centre of the county long regarded as the meeting point of Ireland’s five provinces.
Treasures of Westmeath
Not every clue to Westmeath’s past is a castle or an abbey. Some of the county’s greatest discoveries fit into the palm of your hand. Buried beneath fields, hidden in lakes or preserved in bogs for centuries, these remarkable objects help archaeologists uncover the lives of the people who came before us.
Some are found during excavations. Others emerge from bogs, lakes and ploughed fields. Many are now kept in the National Museum of Ireland, where they continue to help historians piece together the county’s story.
Keep an eye out through this guide for our Treasure of Westmeath cards. Each one reveals an object that helps tell the story of the county.
Section 1
Westmeath’s landscape has been shaped by ice. Around 15,000 years ago, retreating glaciers – vast sheets of ice hundreds of metres thick – left behind a landscape full of ridges, hollows, lakes and strangely-shaped stones.
Long gravel ridges still snake across the midlands today. These are eskers – a word that comes from the Irish eiscir, meaning a ridge. When the ice melted, riverbeds that had run beneath it were left standing as raised gravel banks. The Split Hills and Long Hill Esker, running between Kilbeggan and Tyrrellspass, is one of the finest examples in Ireland.
The great Esker Riada running east to west across Ireland is said to have divided the country into two ancient kingdoms – Leath Cuinn (Conn’s Half) in the north and Leath Mogha (Mogha’s Half) in the south.
The division followed a battle in 123 AD between High King Conn of the Hundred Battles and his rival Eoghan Mór. The two agreed a truce and split Ireland along the line of the esker.
Westmeath is also home to turloughs – seasonal lakes that appear in winter and almost vanish in summer as water rises and falls through cracks in the limestone below. In fact, turloughs are almost unique to Ireland. Dún na Sí, near Moate, is one of Westmeath’s best-known examples.
Some of Westmeath’s strangest rocks are the so-called Mushroom Stones – limestone boulders slowly carved by ancient lake water. The part of the stone sitting underwater weathered faster than the part above, carving a distinctive mushroom shape. When lake levels dropped, the stones were left standing as evidence of water that has long since vanished.
Eskers were used as some of the earliest roads in Ireland. Monks, traders and armies used these dry gravel ridges to cross the boggy midlands.
Retreating ice also carried boulders across the landscape and dropped them as it melted – rocks that formed elsewhere and now sit oddly among Westmeath’s limestone. These are called glacial erratics. One of the county’s most famous examples stands on the Hill of Uisneach and is known as the Catstone.
Westmeath is defined by water. The Shannon, Ireland’s longest river, forms the county’s western boundary, and its lakes have shaped the landscape since the last ice age.
The River Brosna rises in Lough Owel and flows south through Mullingar and into Lough Ennell, before continuing west to join the Shannon. It drains much of the county’s interior through farmland and bog.
Along parts of the Shannon, huge grassy areas known as the callows disappear underwater each winter. In spring they drain back to reveal rich grazing land – and one of the most important habitats for wading birds in Ireland.
Lough Ennell, Lough Owel, Lough Ree and Lough Derravaragh each shaped a different corner of the county.
Lough Ennell, just south of Mullingar, is shallow, reed-fringed and rich in wildlife. Belvedere House and Gardens sit on its north-eastern shore.
Ireland’s official record brown trout – a massive 26 lbs – was caught in Lough Ennell in 1894. That record has never been beaten.
Lough Owel, north of Mullingar, is one of the best examples of a large spring-fed limestone lake in Ireland – deep, clean and the source of Mullingar’s drinking water. Its clear waters support white-clawed crayfish, one of Ireland’s most endangered species. Its largest island, Church Island, holds the ruins of St Loman’s Oratory, an early medieval church site linked to the sixth-century saint.
In 843 AD the Viking chief Turgesius was captured by the Irish king Máel Sechnaill and drowned in Lough Owel. The event is recorded in the Annals of Ulster – and it appears on the Westmeath coat of arms as the Norseman’s helmet.
Lough Ree – shared with Roscommon and Longford – is the fifth largest lake in Ireland. Its eastern shore runs along Westmeath’s border near Athlone. It is an important habitat for migratory waterbirds and breeding waders, with eight species of stonewort growing on the lakebed.
In 1802 one of the largest hoards of Viking gold ever found in Europe was uncovered on Hare Island in Lough Ree. The gold arm-rings were melted down soon after – only drawings of them survive.
The name Derravaragh comes from the Irish Loch Dairbhreach – meaning ‘lake of oaks’. At almost 10 kilometres long, it is one of the longest and narrowest lakes in Ireland.
Derravaragh was only the beginning. In the legend the swans spent 300 years here before 600 more on the wild waters of the north and west – 900 years in all.
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Westmeath’s lakes host thousands of overwintering waterbirds, including whooper swans arriving from Iceland, Greenland white-fronted geese and golden plover gathering in huge flocks across the wet grasslands.
Many of Westmeath’s lakes and their surroundings are so important for nature that they have been designated as Special Areas of Conservation (SAC) and Special Protection Areas (SPA) – meaning the water, the plants and the animals that depend on them must be looked after for the future.
Slender naiad (Najas flexilis) is so rare that Lough Ennell is one of only a handful of places in Europe where it grows. It lives entirely underwater, flowering just below the surface in late summer. Its presence is a reliable sign that the water is exceptionally clean.
Bogs cover almost 10% of Westmeath. They are among the oldest and most important ecosystems in Ireland.
A raised bog forms over thousands of years in waterlogged hollows left behind by retreating glaciers. Sphagnum moss builds up layer by layer, holding water like a sponge. As older layers die and compress, they slowly become peat.
A bog three metres deep has been forming for approximately 3,000 years. Some of Ireland’s oldest deep bogs began developing around 8,000 to 10,000 years ago.
Scragh Bog, near Lough Owel close to Mullingar, is especially unusual. It is known as a transition mire – a rare wetland where one type of bog is slowly changing into another.
This special habitat supports plants and insects that have become difficult to find elsewhere. It is protected as both a National Nature Reserve and a Special Area of Conservation (SAC).
Bogs are remarkable preservers. The cold, acidic bog water slows decay so much that objects can survive for thousands of years. Bog butter discovered in Westmeath is over 2,000 years old – and when first uncovered, some samples still retained a faint dairy smell. It may have been buried deliberately, whether as an early method of food preservation or as a ritual offering – nobody knows for certain.
Raised bogs grow incredibly slowly – often by just one millimetre a year.
After the last ice age, forest covered around 80% of Ireland. Centuries of clearance for farming, fuel and building reduced that to just 1% by the early 20th century. Today forest covers about 11% of the country – but only 2% is native woodland.
Mullaghmeen, the county’s highest point, is home to the largest planted beech forest in Ireland.
Ardan Wood, near Kilbeggan, is different. This is one of the last true fragments of Ireland’s original native woodland, documented as continuously wooded since at least the 1600s. Its oak trees may even share genetic lineage with some of the first trees to colonise Ireland after the last ice age.
Portlick, on the shores of Lough Ree, is a native hazel and ash woodland planted and cared for as part of the People’s Millennium Forests project. Its limestone-rich soil is home to beautiful bluebells, primroses and wood sorrel each spring.
Oak trees don’t produce a good crop of acorns every year. Roughly every five to ten years they have a ‘mast year’, flooding the forest floor with far more seed than usual.
Treasures of Westmeath
Take a closer look. Can you tell what it was used for?
Discovered in 1932 during the excavation of a crannóg near Moate, this beautifully carved yew-wood gaming board dates from the tenth century.
It was used to play hnefatafl, a Viking strategy game often compared with chess. Its intricate Scandinavian designs make it one of the finest surviving gaming boards from the Viking Age.
Section 2
People have lived in Westmeath for at least 9,000 years. The earliest settlers arrived after the last ice age, moving through a landscape of lakes, rivers and forest.
The Mesolithic period, roughly 10,000 to 6,000 years ago, is the earliest chapter of human life in Ireland. These were hunter-gatherers – small groups moving with the seasons, fishing the rivers and lakes, leaving behind stone tools and the occasional trace of a camp site.
Farming reached Westmeath in the Neolithic period, from around 4000 BC. These early farmers also built monuments and buried their dead with care, a tradition that carried on into the Bronze Age from about 2500 BC.
You can see that tradition in the county’s barrows – circular burial mounds of the Bronze Age and Iron Age, many now visible as low grassy humps in fields. Westmeath has one of the largest concentrations of barrows in Ireland.
The Mayne Bog Trackway is a Bronze Age wooden roadway found in bogland near Coole in 2005. It dates back more than 3,000 years, runs for around 800 metres and averages almost 5 metres wide – a huge construction that swallowed enormous quantities of ancient woodland, including hundreds of mature oak trees.
Timbers were laid across soft ground so people and animals could cross the bog, linking higher ground at Mayne with the River Inny to the east.
Knockastia, or Cnoc Aiste locally, near Rosemount in the south of the county, is an important Bronze Age burial site. At 200 metres it is one of the highest points in Westmeath, with views right across the countryside. A hilltop cairn was excavated by the Harvard Archaeological Expedition in 1932, revealing 44 graves thought to belong to high-status people.
In 2019 a remarkable discovery was made at Tevrin, near Delvin. A cist burial was uncovered – a stone-lined grave dating to the Bronze Age, holding human remains and highly decorated pottery.
Near the village of Loughnavalley, in the centre of Westmeath, stands a low hill that was once considered the centre of all Ireland.
Few upstanding monuments remain on the hill today, but for thousands of years Uisneach was regarded as one of the most important places in the country. People left behind burial tombs, earthworks, holy wells and traces of settlement right across it. Early Irish texts and medieval tradition describe Uisneach as the meeting point of the five provinces of Ireland.
Uisneach was a place of ritual and assembly. The goddess Ériu, one of the mythological embodiments of Ireland itself, is said to be buried here.
The hill was the site of the great Bealtaine fire festival, lit each year in early May to mark the start of summer. Legend claimed the fire could be seen across all five provinces.
The Aill na Míreann, the Stone of Divisions – the same split boulder called the Catstone earlier in this guide – sits on the side of the hill at Uisneach. It is said to mark the exact point where Ireland’s five provinces met.
Section 1 met this boulder as a piece of geology, carried here by ice and dropped where it stands. This is what people made of it afterwards.
An Táin Bó Cúailnge – the great Cattle Raid of Cooley – is one of the oldest stories in European literature. It follows the armies of Queen Medb of Connacht as they march east through the midlands towards Ulster, out to capture the great brown bull of Cooley.
The story passes straight through Westmeath, and some of its most dramatic events happen here. Parts of the county still carry names linked to the tale.
The final battle of the Táin takes place near Ballymore, where the men of Ulster catch up with Medb’s retreating army.
On the eve of the battle the Ulster warriors gather at Slemain Midi – now Slanemore Hill, north-west of Mullingar – and build a great mound for their leader, King Conchobar mac Nessa. In the centre of the fighting stands Cúchulainn, warped in battle-fury, while above them all looms Némain, the Goddess of War.
At the end of the story the two legendary bulls, the Brown Bull of Cooley and the White-Horned Bull, fight a catastrophic battle. The Brown Bull tears his rival apart and scatters the pieces across Ireland. He drops the White-Horned Bull’s loin into the River Shannon, and that is how the crossing got its name: Áth Luain, the Ford of the Loin. The crossing is modern-day Athlone.
After the Last Battle, Medb’s wounded warriors retreated to Athais Midhe, now Knockastia Hill, to dress their wounds. Her army was driven westwards from Uisneach as the men of Ulster pursued them back towards the Shannon.
One of Ireland’s most famous legends, set on the shores of Lough Derravaragh.
Lough Derravaragh is the setting for one of the most important parts of the legend of the Children of Lír. The four children – Fionnuala, Aodh, Fiachra and Conn – were turned into swans by their jealous stepmother Aoife and condemned to spend 300 years on the lake’s waters.
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Long ago, in the time of the Tuatha Dé Danann, there lived a great chieftain named Lir. He had married Aoibh, daughter of the mighty king Bodb Dearg, and together they had four children: Fionnuala, the eldest, her brother Aodh and the twins, Fiachra and Conn.
But their happiness did not last. Aoibh died while the children were still young, and grief settled over Lir’s household like a long winter. Wanting to ease his sorrow, Bodb Dearg offered Lir another of his daughters in marriage – Aoife, Aoibh’s own sister.
At first, all was well. Aoife cared for the children and peace returned to Lir’s home. But Lir loved his children more than anything in the world. He kept them close, slept beside them at night and filled their days with laughter and affection. As Aoife watched, something inside her began to change. A quiet, patient jealousy took hold – the kind that grows in silence and never stops growing.
Aoife’s jealousy eventually became so fierce that she ordered her servants to kill the children. They refused, so she took up a sword herself. Yet, when she raised it, she could not bring herself to strike. Instead, she turned to something even more powerful – magic.
One day, Aoife placed the four children in her chariot and told them they were going to visit their grandfather. The road led them to a beautiful lake called Loch Dairbhreach, which we know today as Lough Derravaragh. There, Aoife smiled and told the children to climb into the water and bathe.
As soon as they touched the water, Aoife raised a druid’s wand and struck.
In an instant, the four children were transformed into four white swans.
‘Undo it,’ Fionnuala begged. ‘Please. We are your sister’s children.’
Somewhere deep inside Aoife, the smallest spark of kindness remained. She could not break the curse, but she softened it. The children would keep their human voices and their singing would become more beautiful than anything ever heard in Ireland.
Yet the punishment would remain. They would spend three hundred years upon the waters of Lough Derravaragh, three hundred more upon the stormy Sea of Moyle between Ireland and Scotland and another three hundred years on the lonely western waters near Erris in County Mayo.
Nine hundred years as swans.
‘And it will not end,’ Aoife told them, ‘until a king of the north takes a bride from the south.’
Then she turned her chariot and left them there on the water.
When King Bodb Dearg learned what Aoife had done, his grief quickly turned to fury. Never before had such cruelty been seen among the Tuatha Dé Danann. He summoned Aoife before him and, with all the power he possessed, transformed her into a demon of the air. She vanished into the storm and, from that day on, was doomed to wander the skies for ever.
For the swans, the first three hundred years were the gentlest. They remained upon the peaceful waters of Lough Derravaragh and their beautiful voices soon became known throughout Ireland. People travelled for miles, crossing mountains, forests and rivers, simply to sit beside the lake and listen.
It was said that the swans’ song could calm an anxious heart and bring peace to anyone who heard it. Even Lir himself visited the lake. He could no longer hold his children in his arms, but he could still hear their voices carried across the water. For a little while, his sorrow became easier to bear.
But even the happiest days must come to an end. Three hundred years passed and the time came for the swans to leave the only home they had known. They stretched their great white wings, lifted into the sky and flew north towards the Sea of Moyle.
There was no peace upon the Sea of Moyle. Only grey water, bitter winds and storms that seemed to last for ever.
On the worst nights, the storms tore the four of them apart. One would be carried far to the north while another was driven south. Each was left alone in the dark, calling out, hoping the others were still there to hear it.
One winter was so cold that the sea froze around them and their feet stuck fast to the rock. When they pulled themselves free, they left their feathers behind.
Sometimes they feared they would never find one another again. Yet after every storm, somehow, they did.
Then another winter came. And another. For three hundred years.
When those three hundred years finally ended, the swans rose once more into the sky. This time, they turned west towards the lonely shores of Erris, where the final part of their long journey would begin.
By now, the swans had been six hundred years upon the water. They had seen kingdoms rise and fall. Generations had come and gone, and the Ireland they had once known had disappeared.
They settled upon the lonely waters near Erris on Ireland’s wild western coast, far from Lough Derravaragh, far from their father’s home and far from almost everyone who remembered their names. Their feathers were still bright and their wings were still strong, but inside they felt very old. They were tired, lonely and ready for whatever might come next.
Then, one morning, they heard a sound unlike anything they had ever known.
A bell.
Fionnuala listened carefully. Although she had never heard such a sound before, somehow she understood. Ireland had changed. The old world of the Tuatha Dé Danann had faded and Christianity had come to the island.
Nearby, a monk named Mochaomhóg had built a small church. It was his bell, calling people to prayer.
‘Do not be afraid,’ Fionnuala told her brothers. ‘This sound will bring our long journey to an end.’
The four swans swam quietly to the shore. When the monk found them, he was astonished. He listened patiently as Fionnuala told him the story of their terrible enchantment and the nine hundred years they had spent upon Ireland’s waters.
The monk welcomed them with kindness. He cared for them, protected them and stayed beside them.
But their story was not yet over.
News of the beautiful singing swans spread across Ireland and, one day, a king came to claim them. He had ridden down from the north. His new queen had come up from the south, and she wanted the swans for herself.
Aoife’s words had waited nine hundred years for this moment.
Ignoring the monk’s warning, the king reached out and seized them.
At that moment, the enchantment finally ended. But so too did the magic that had kept the children young. Nine hundred years caught up with them all at once.
Where four white swans had been only moments before, there were now four frail, ancient people – brothers and sister, together once again at last.
The monk gently baptised them and prayed beside them. Before long, their extraordinary journey came peacefully to an end. They were buried together in a single grave, just as they had spent nine hundred years – side by side.
Today, if you visit the village of Castlepollard in County Westmeath, not far from the shores of Lough Derravaragh, you will find a beautiful statue of the Children of Lir standing on the village green. It is a reminder of one of Ireland’s greatest legends – a story of love, jealousy, courage and hope that endured for nine hundred long years.
Some even believe that Lir’s own castle once stood nearby, on the very ground where Tullynally Castle stands today.
Across early medieval Ireland, families often lived inside circular farmsteads protected by banks and ditches, called ringforts. Hundreds once stood across Westmeath, though most survive today only as faint rings in fields or low grassy banks.
People also built crannógs – small artificial islands used as homes and strongholds for thousands of years. Lough Ennell and Lough Derravaragh both hold them.
The crannóg on Lough Ennell is linked to Malachy II, also known as Máel Sechnaill mac Domnaill or Máel Sechnaill Mór – High King of Ireland, and a descendant of Malachy I.
Treasures of Westmeath
Take a closer look. Somebody left these at a museum door and would not say who.
In 2024 a pair of flat axe heads, 4,000 years old, arrived anonymously at the National Museum of Ireland. Nobody knew where they had come from.
A public appeal solved it. A local farmer, Thomas Dunne of Killucan, came forward as the landowner. The axe heads had been found by chance under giant beech trees in his silage field, in the townland of Banagher.
They date from the Early Bronze Age, which makes them older than almost everything else in this guide.
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Section 3
For thousands of years, the people of Westmeath lived among ringforts, crannógs and early Christian monasteries. Everything changed in the late twelfth century when the Anglo-Normans arrived.
Unlike the Gaelic kingdoms they encountered, the Normans established control by building castles. Their first fortifications were usually mottes and baileys – simple but highly effective strongholds that could be thrown up in a matter of weeks. Placed beside important roads, rivers and settlements, they let small groups of soldiers hold newly conquered ground while the advance carried on.
A motte was a large mound of earth topped with a timber tower.
Beside it stood the bailey – an enclosed courtyard protected by a ditch, a bank and a wooden fence, where soldiers lived, supplies were stored and animals were kept.
Although the timber buildings disappeared centuries ago, many of the great earth mounds remain, still visible across Westmeath today – at Delvin, Moate, Fore and more.
In 1172, King Henry II granted the vast Lordship of Meath to Hugh de Lacy. Over the following decades, de Lacy and his followers reshaped the landscape, raising mottes at strategic points right across the county. More than 800 years later, those earthworks are still some of the earliest visible reminders of the Norman arrival.
The towers were timber, but the mounds beneath them were huge. Thousands of tonnes of earth were moved by hand, with little more than wooden tools, baskets and shovels.
The first Norman forts were meant as rapid military strongholds rather than permanent castles. As the newcomers settled in, some mottes stayed in use and others were replaced by stronger stone castles. Five sites tell the story between them.
Around 1181, Hugh de Lacy built a motte and bailey at Delvin for his brother-in-law, Gilbert de Nugent. As the settlement grew more secure, the timber fort was replaced in the fifteenth century by the stone castle that still dominates the village today.
Built in 1192, the motte at Ardnurcher – also known as Horseleap – became the centre of a thriving Norman borough, granted formal town status by 1235. Today it survives as one of Ireland’s best-preserved deserted medieval towns, its earthworks still clearly visible.
Moate owes its name directly to its Norman beginnings. The Irish An Móta simply means ‘the mound’, after the great motte that still stands at the centre of the town.
A Norman-era motte survives in the village. Its name records what happened next: the MacGeoghegans, a powerful Gaelic family, took control of a settlement the Normans had built.
Fore’s motte stands beside the remains of the medieval town and its Benedictine abbey – a reminder that military power and religious influence usually grew up side by side.
Section 4
The first Norman castles went up quickly, in timber, and were never meant to last. As the settlers secured their lands, many replaced those wooden forts with stone castles that could stand up to attack, to fire and to time.
Over the centuries that followed, castles became far more than strongholds. They were family homes, centres of local government and statements of power. Some belonged to Anglo-Norman lords. Others were taken over, or built from scratch, by Gaelic families using the same styles of defence.
Westmeath today holds one of the richest collections of medieval castles in the Irish midlands. Some survive almost intact. Others are roofless towers or ivy-covered ruins, each keeping hold of part of the county’s long and often violent history.
Athlone Castle guarded the gateway between eastern and western Ireland, standing beside one of the most important crossings on the River Shannon.
King John ordered a stone castle here in 1210 to tighten Norman control of the crossing. Over the next seven centuries it was besieged, rebuilt, strengthened and fought over again and again – which tells you most of what you need to know about how much Athlone mattered.
Today the castle holds a visitor centre where that military past is brought to life.
The original stone keep collapsed in 1211, a year after building began, killing nine men – among them Richard de Tuite, the Lord Chief Justice of Ireland.
Athlone is Westmeath’s largest medieval castle, but dozens of smaller tower houses once stood across the county. Built between the fifteenth and seventeenth centuries, they protected local estates, advertised the wealth of powerful families and gave them somewhere secure to live in uncertain times.
Delvin Castle stands on the site of the Norman motte raised by Hugh de Lacy around 1181. The surviving stone tower dates mainly from the fifteenth century, when the Nugent family rebuilt the earlier timber fortification. It was the family’s principal residence for centuries, and later a prison.
Built around 1410 by the Tyrrell family, this five-storey tower house became famous during the Nine Years’ War. In 1597 Richard Tyrrell used the surrounding woodland and bogs to ambush a far larger English force. The castle is a hotel today.
Standing on the shores of Lough Ree, Portlick Castle was built around 1500 by the Dillon family, who held it until 1696. Much altered over the centuries, it has recently been restored as a guesthouse.
This fortified house near Clonmellon dates from the early seventeenth century. The same estate has stayed in the hands of just two families – the O’Reillys and then the Nugents – for more than four hundred years.
Westmeath’s remaining castles each hold a different chapter – Gaelic lordships, local legends, Victorian architecture and one remarkable act of kindness.
Moate Castle stands a short walk from the great motte that gave the town its name, and probably began as a medieval tower house. It passed to the Dillon family, was confiscated during the Cromwellian period and was bought in 1655 by Captain John Clibborn, whose descendants stayed connected with it for generations.
Built for the D’Arcy family in the late fifteenth or early sixteenth century, Rattin Castle has stood in ruins for hundreds of years. You can still see it from the M6 near Kinnegad.
This small tower house, on the road towards Longford north-west of Mullingar, is a reminder that not every medieval castle was built to dominate a town or a crossing. Most simply protected local estates and farming communities.
Clonyn looks Victorian, but the site carries almost seven hundred years of history behind it – the Norman motte at Delvin first, then a seventeenth-century castle.
In 1948, Clonyn Castle became a temporary home for around one hundred Jewish children, most of them orphaned in the Holocaust. They stayed here, in the Westmeath countryside, while new lives were arranged for them overseas.
Section 5
The Normans changed far more than Westmeath’s castles. Around important river crossings, monasteries and strongholds, new towns began to appear. Many were carefully planned, with streets laid out inside protective walls and gates. Markets drew merchants, craftsmen opened workshops and communities grew up around trade, farming and religion.
Not every settlement survived. Some prospered and became the towns we know today. Others fell away after warfare, or when trade routes shifted, or when a nearby monastery closed. Their streets disappeared under fields and woodland, leaving ruined walls, earthworks and place names that still hint at what was there.
Before Mullingar became the county town it, too, was walled. Little survives, but medieval records describe gates controlling entry to the town.
Two of these are still busy places. Two of them are fields.
Few places mattered more in medieval Ireland. Whoever held the crossing of the Shannon held one of the main routes between the east and west of the country.
The town walls on the Leinster side went up from 1257, in the reign of King Henry III, wrapping around the growing settlement to protect merchants, craftsmen and townspeople in times of conflict. The defences were strengthened again in the 1600s. Only fragments survive today, which makes it easy to forget that Athlone was once one of the most heavily fortified towns in Ireland.
The medieval town of Fore grew up around its Benedictine abbey and became a destination for pilgrims, traders and craftsmen. Its two medieval gateways still stand, and the defensive earthworks and nearby motte show military power and religious life growing side by side.
The valley is quiet now, but the ruins are complete enough that you can trace the shape of the whole settlement as you walk it.
Founded by the Normans in the late twelfth century, Ardnurcher became a successful borough with formal town status by 1235. Its fortunes later fell away and the place was abandoned altogether. It survives as one of Ireland’s best-preserved deserted medieval towns, where the outlines of streets, buildings and earthworks can still be traced across the fields.
A motte and bailey survives at Kilbixy, built beside an earlier monastery founded by St Bigseach. A busy medieval settlement grew around it, serving travellers, pilgrims and the farming community. Nearby stand the ruins of a twelfth-century building long known as the Leper Hospital.
After nearby Tristernagh Abbey was dissolved in 1537, Kilbixy slowly emptied as people and trade moved towards Ballynacargy.
Treasures of Westmeath
Take a closer look. This one is still doing its job.
Recovered from Lough Lene in the nineteenth century, this medieval handbell called monks to prayer and was treasured as a sacred object for centuries.
A half-size replica was presented to Dáil Éireann in 1931, and the Ceann Comhairle still rings it to call the house to order.
Excavations at Clonfad, near Tyrrellspass, uncovered one of early medieval Ireland’s most important handbell workshops – which shows how prized these bells once were.
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Section 6
Long before castles dominated Westmeath’s landscape, monasteries had already changed it.
From the early Christian period, monks set up communities across the county where they prayed, copied manuscripts, took in travellers, cared for the sick and farmed the land around them. These became some of Ireland’s earliest centres of learning, drawing pilgrims and scholars from well beyond Westmeath.
After the Normans arrived, many older monasteries carried on while new orders – Benedictines, Augustinians and Franciscans – founded houses of their own. Between them they left abbeys, priories and parish churches right across the county, and a surprising number of them are still standing.
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Set in a quiet valley north of Lough Lene, Fore Abbey is one of Ireland’s finest medieval monastic sites.
The great stone buildings you see today are mostly Norman, but Fore’s story starts around AD 630, when St Féichín founded an early Christian monastery here. Over the centuries it grew into one of the most important religious settlements in the country, and pilgrims came from everywhere to reach it.
What survives – churches, gateways, wells, mills and crosses – still shows the scale of the community that lived here.
St Féichín founded his monastery at Fore around AD 630. Tradition says that by the time he died, during a plague outbreak in 665, as many as 300 monks were living there.
Around 1180, Hugh de Lacy re-established the site as a Benedictine priory linked to the Abbey of Évreux in Normandy, creating one of Ireland’s finest surviving Anglo-Norman monastic settlements.
For centuries, pilgrims came to Fore to see seven marvels, said to have been left by St Féichín as signs of God’s power. Tap each one to find out what it was.
A great abbey raised on soft, waterlogged ground.
A mill that turned with no visible stream to drive it.
A stream said to run upwards to reach the mill.
An ash beside the holy well, whose wood is said never to catch fire.
The well water itself, said never to come to the boil.
A hermit who lived walled into a small stone cell.
A huge stone doorway said to have been lifted into place by St Féichín’s prayers alone.
Westmeath’s religious heritage stretches far beyond Fore. Across the county, monasteries, priories and parish churches hold the story of medieval faith, learning and community.
Founded around 1200, Tristernagh became one of Ireland’s most important Augustinian priories before it was dissolved in 1536. It was later much altered and remodelled into a private house on the changing shores of Lough Iron. One remarkable discovery here links the site to Ireland’s greatest medieval craftsmen – and you will meet it on the next card.
St Munna founded a monastery here in the sixth or seventh century. The church standing today went up in the early fifteenth century, during a period of unrest, and it was built to do two jobs at once – complete with battlements and a defensive tower, it was a place of worship and a place to hide.
Above a window on the north wall is a sheela-na-gig, a medieval stone carving of a female figure, thought to have been set there to ward off evil.
Many of Westmeath’s medieval churches stand roofless now. Each still holds part of the story – some tied to early saints, others to Norman lords and powerful Gaelic families.
Franciscan friars first settled in Athlone around 1235. The friary was suppressed during the Reformation, but the community went on serving local people for centuries afterwards. The ruins in the Old Abbey Graveyard are what survives of it.
Wake for Matins, the early-morning prayers, in the cold friary church.
Lauds, then out into the town. No breakfast – fasting until midday.
Preaching in the streets, teaching children, caring for the sick and the poor.
Sext, the midday prayers, and the main meal – whatever the townspeople have given as alms.
Begging from door to door for food and clothing, or study and reading.
Vespers, as the daylight goes.
Compline, the last prayers, then bed by candlelight.
A friar owned nothing at all. Not even the brown habit, tied with its simple rope cord, belonged to him.
Close to the Hill of Uisneach, Aedh’s Church shows how tightly medieval religion and ruling families were bound together. For generations it stayed closely associated with the MacGeoghegans, one of Westmeath’s leading Gaelic dynasties.
The ruins of Portloman Church stand quietly on the western shore of Lough Owel. Tradition links the site with St Loman, one of the earliest Christian missionaries associated with Westmeath.
Ruined and overgrown today, Lynn is closely connected with St Colman – and one of his miracles is the reason Mullingar has the Irish name it does.
Treasures of Westmeath
Take a closer look. Can you tell what it was made to hold?
The Corp Naomh – the sacred or holy body – is an ornate Irish bell shrine, a case made to hold a saint’s hand bell. It dates from the ninth or tenth century and was heavily decorated again in the fifteenth.
It was rediscovered at Tristernagh before 1682. The bell inside is long gone, but the shrine itself survives as a remarkable piece of early Irish metalwork in bronze, silver and rock crystal. It is now in the National Museum of Ireland – Archaeology.
Section 7
By the eighteenth century the age of castles was over. Wealthy landowning families across Westmeath stopped building walls and towers and started building elegant country houses instead, set inside carefully planned estates.
Their homes looked out over lakes, rivers and parkland. Architects, gardeners and foresters reshaped the land around them with tree-lined avenues, ornamental lakes, walled gardens and follies.
These estates were also large employers, giving work to gardeners, blacksmiths, carpenters, stable hands and household staff. Many later fell into ruin or vanished completely. Others are now among the county’s finest heritage attractions.
Standing on the shores of Lough Ennell, Belvedere House is one of Ireland’s finest Georgian country houses, known for its elaborate plasterwork ceilings. It was built in the 1740s for Robert Rochfort, 1st Earl of Belvedere, and it reflects two things at once – his wealth, and one of the most famous family feuds in Irish history.
Woodland, lakeside walks and designed gardens surround it. The whole place was built to impress visitors, and it still does.
Belvedere’s best-known feature is not the house or the gardens. It is an enormous stone wall built for no reason but spite.
After a bitter falling-out with his brother George, whose house at Tudenham overlooked Belvedere, Robert Rochfort had the wall put up around 1760 to block the view completely. It worked.
It still stands, it is believed to be the largest folly in Ireland, and it has become one of the county’s most recognisable landmarks.
The gardens were redesigned in the nineteenth century. Charles Brinsley Marlay asked Ninian Niven, curator of Dublin’s Botanic Gardens, to create a Victorian walled garden where fruit, vegetables and flowers could be grown all year round. Carefully restored planting means you can walk it today much as it looked then.
A folly is an ornamental building – often a mock tower or a fake ruin – put up purely to decorate a landscape.
It has no practical use at all. That is the point of it. A folly was there to be looked at, and to show visitors that the owner could afford to build something for no reason whatsoever.
Section 8
For centuries, armies crossing Ireland kept finding themselves in Westmeath. The reason was simple: the county sits at the heart of the island, linking east with west and north with south.
Important roads crossed its rivers, lakes and bogs, and the bridge and ford at Athlone made one of the most strategic crossings on the Shannon. Whoever held those routes held the movement of soldiers, supplies and trade.
So as kingdoms rose and fell and new rulers arrived, Westmeath kept ending up in the middle of it. Norman knights, Gaelic chiefs, English armies, Jacobites and Williamites all fought here, and all of them left something behind.
Few events changed Irish history as sharply as the Siege of Athlone in 1691.
For weeks, Jacobite defenders held the western side of the town while Williamite forces tried to force a crossing of the Shannon. Assault after assault failed. Then soldiers got across the river under heavy fire, and the town fell after fierce fighting in the streets.
It was the turning point of the Williamite War. It opened the way to the Battle of Aughrim only weeks later, and had Athlone held, the whole war might have gone differently.
Athlone Castle and surviving stretches of the old town still carry the memory of it.
The Williamites got across by wading. They found a shallow crossing the defenders had not noticed, and went through the water under heavy musket fire.
Westmeath saw plenty of other fighting. Some of it lasted only hours, and still changed things far beyond the county.
Nearly a century before Athlone, Westmeath saw one of the great Irish victories of the Nine Years’ War.
In 1597 Richard Tyrrell led an Irish force against a much larger English army moving through Tyrrellspass. He used the woodland and boggy ground around him, planned the ambush carefully and overwhelmed the English column. The victory made his reputation as one of the finest Irish commanders of the war.
One of the opening clashes of the Williamite War in the midlands happened at Ballymore. In June 1691, Williamite forces under General Godert de Ginkell pushed through Westmeath towards Athlone, set on breaking Jacobite resistance west of the Shannon.
After a short artillery bombardment the Jacobite defenders gave up Ballymore Castle and its earthworks. The battle was brief, but it opened the road to Athlone and everything that followed.
Conflict did not end with castles and sieges. Centuries later, people from Westmeath were caught up in events that reached far beyond Ireland.
On the western bank of the Shannon, Athlone’s No. 1 Gun Battery was built by the British Army between 1803 and 1806 against the threat of a French invasion. It is one of the few surviving Napoleonic-era artillery forts in Ireland, and it is being conserved as a heritage site.
James Joseph Daly, from Tyrrellspass, was serving with the Connaught Rangers in India during the Irish War of Independence.
In 1920 he led a protest against the actions of British forces in Ireland. The protest became a mutiny, and Daly was court-martialled and executed. He was the last British soldier ever executed for mutiny.
Fifty years later, in 1970, his remains were brought home. Thousands came to his funeral, and he was buried in his native Tyrrellspass.
Treasures of Westmeath
Take a closer look. What was this doing at the bottom of a Westmeath lake?
A gold arm-ring of Viking type was found on Hare Island in Lough Ree in 1802. It was later melted down for bullion, so this old drawing is all that survives of it.
The Shannon was one of Ireland’s great highways. It carried traders, pilgrims and, at times, Viking raiders deep into the midlands – which is how Viking gold ends up a hundred kilometres from the sea.
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Section 9
Every townland, hill, river and field has a name, and many of those names are far older than the places we know today.
Some describe the landscape – a hill, a marsh, a wood. Others remember forgotten families, vanished monasteries or things that happened hundreds of years ago. A great many hold on to Irish words that have dropped out of everyday speech, which makes placenames one of the best records of our history that we have.
Even individual fields often carry names handed down from one generation to the next. They rarely appear on any map, but they tell you about farming, local families and how the land has changed.
Across Westmeath, volunteers are still recording traditional placenames so they are not lost.
Ireland has more than 60,000 townlands – one of the oldest surviving systems of local placenames anywhere in Europe.
Four Westmeath places, and what their names were trying to tell you.
An Muileann gCearr means ‘the left-handed’, or crooked, ‘mill’. Historians still argue about exactly which medieval mill gave the town its odd name.
An Móta means ‘the mound’, after the great Norman motte that stood at the centre of the settlement.
Áth Luain means ‘the Ford of the Loin’. In An Táin, the Brown Bull of Cooley tears his rival apart and scatters the pieces across Ireland, dropping the White-Horned Bull’s loin into the Shannon here.
Fobhar means ‘the springs’, after the many natural springs that rise around the village – which is worth remembering when you get to the well that never boils.
Section 10
Westmeath’s story does not end with castles, abbeys and ancient monuments.
For centuries, people connected with the county have shaped music, science, literature, exploration, politics and sport. Some were born here. Others made Westmeath their home. All of them carried the county’s name a long way past its borders.
What follows is fourteen of them.
Westmeath Lives
1884 – 1945
He sang on three continents, and the Pope made him a count.
Born in Athlone, Count John McCormack became one of the greatest tenors of the twentieth century.
His voice filled concert halls across Europe, North America and Australia, and his gramophone recordings introduced millions of people to Irish music.
In recognition of his charitable work, Pope Pius XI made him a Papal Count in 1928 – a rare honour.
Westmeath Lives
1939 – 2007
Hit records across four decades, and a household name in Eastern Europe long after the charts moved on.
Few Irish entertainers have been loved as long as Joe Dolan.
Born in Mullingar, he recorded hits across four consecutive decades and became one of the country’s best-loved performers.
His popularity reached far beyond Ireland, especially in Eastern Europe, where he stayed a household name long after many Western artists had faded away.
Westmeath Lives
1851 – 1908
He photographed the night sky from his own observatory near Streete, and helped work out how hot the Sun is.
Long before modern telescopes photographed distant galaxies, William Wilson was capturing remarkable images of the night sky from his private observatory at Daramona House, near Streete.
His pioneering work in astrophotography helped astronomers understand the stars, and even contributed to measuring the temperature of the Sun.
Westmeath Lives
1881 – 1963
The man who found the way to Everest lived at Belvedere.
Explorer, soldier and naturalist, Charles Howard-Bury inherited Belvedere House in 1912.
In 1921 he led the first expedition to find a practical route towards the summit of Mount Everest. The team never reached the top, but their maps and observations opened the way for the climbers who eventually did.
Westmeath Lives
1836 – 1885
He mapped Mont Blanc properly for the first time, from a house on Lough Ennell.
Anthony Adams-Reilly, who lived at Belmont House on Lough Ennell, became one of Europe’s leading Alpine explorers.
His detailed surveys produced the first genuinely accurate map of the Mont Blanc massif, and it stayed the standard reference for climbers and scientists for years afterwards.
Westmeath Lives
1875 – 1944
A doctor who treated patients nobody else would, and won a seat in the Dáil while she was at it.
Dr Ada English combined medicine, politics and social reform across an extraordinary career.
Raised in Mullingar, she became one of Ireland’s first female psychiatrists and spent decades improving how patients were treated at Ballinasloe Mental Hospital.
In 1921 she was elected to Dáil Éireann, one of the first women to serve in Ireland’s national parliament.
Westmeath Lives
1854 – 1928
He spent his career fighting for tenant farmers, first as an MP and then as a TD.
Born near Delvin, Laurence Ginnell became one of Ireland’s most determined campaigners for land reform.
As an MP and later a TD, he fought for tenant farmers and for Irish independence, and earned a reputation as one of the country’s most outspoken politicians.
Westmeath Lives
1937 – 2024
Thirty years in public life, and three government departments.
Athlone-born Mary O’Rourke gave more than thirty years to public life.
She served as Minister for Education, Minister for Health and Minister for Public Enterprise, and later became Deputy Leader of Fianna Fáil.
Westmeath Lives
1895 – 1973
She could read manuscripts a thousand years old, and became Galway’s first professor of Old Irish.
Born in Kilbeggan, Kathleen Mulchrone became one of Ireland’s foremost scholars of medieval Irish manuscripts.
Her research helped preserve and explain some of the oldest written treasures in the country, and she became the first Professor of Old and Middle Irish and Celtic Philology at University College Galway.
Westmeath Lives
1970 – 2025
He spent his life getting people interested in ordinary Irish words and where they came from.
Writer and filmmaker Manchán Magan spent many years living near Lough Lene, drawing on Westmeath’s landscape, folklore and the Irish language.
Through his books, documentaries and talks he got people to look again at the stories hidden inside Ireland’s traditions and placenames.
After his death in October 2025, his ashes were laid to rest on the Hill of Uisneach – the ancient heart of the county he had made his home.
Westmeath Lives
1924 – 1989
He wrote about Athlone so honestly that his first novel was banned.
John Broderick spent much of his life writing about Athlone and the people who lived there.
His novels looked at Irish society with honesty and insight. His first, The Pilgrimage, became one of the best-known books ever banned by the Irish Censorship Board.
His legacy carries on through literary awards that encourage new writers.
Westmeath Lives
1728 – 1774
The village in one of the most famous poems in English is a Westmeath village.
Although he was born in County Longford, Oliver Goldsmith spent much of his childhood in Westmeath after his family moved to Lissoy.
The countryside around the village is widely believed to have inspired Auburn, the setting of his poem The Deserted Village, one of the best-known works of eighteenth-century English literature.
Westmeath Lives
born 1933
A historian who is better known to some people for his trees.
Historian, author and arborist Thomas Pakenham has spent decades studying both history and trees.
From his home at Tullynally Castle he has written acclaimed books on Ireland, Africa and some of the world’s most remarkable trees, while building one of Europe’s finest collections of rare species.
Westmeath Lives
1908 – 1976
The first Fleadh Cheoil happened in Mullingar, and he is the reason why.
Traditional Irish music owes a great deal to Willie Reynolds of Walderstown.
A gifted uilleann piper, he helped establish Comhaltas Ceoltóirí Éireann and played a leading part in bringing the very first Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann to Mullingar in 1951.
Every county has its own story.
Westmeath’s began long before the first towns, castles or roads. Ice shaped its landscape, lakes filled its valleys and early settlers built homes beside its rivers and forests. Over the centuries, monks founded monasteries, Norman lords raised castles and grand estates reshaped the countryside.
But Westmeath’s story is not only about places. It is about the people who lived here – farmers, craftspeople, saints, scholars, musicians, explorers, writers and leaders whose ideas travelled far beyond the county.
Today, ancient ruins stand beside busy towns and old traditions carry on alongside modern life. Every hill, lake, castle and village has a story waiting to be found.