Joe Mahon
I’ve always regarded Ardara as a kind of gateway to some of the most overpowering land and seascapes in the entire country.
The town itself is one of those bustling, cheerful places that is thronged with holiday-makers in the summer months and I’ve spent many a toe-tapping, mussel-guzzling, pint-lowering evening in famous establishments like Nancy’s and the Corner Bar. But just outside the village, in either direction, is the kind of scenery that simply stops you in your tracks and demands that you gaze in wonder.
