Wined and dined in Knockranny House Hotel, Westport

BY THE time we had got three-quarters of the way to Westport, our phone sat navs were locked in battle.

I, as co-pilot, had been placed in charge of navigation but, apparently, I’m not very good at it. When we found ourselves down what some might class a grass-lined boreen somewhere around Ballinrobe and I chanced a ‘aah sure aren’t we away for the weekend anyway and it’s great not to be rushing?’, it was the final straw. Sat nav number two was plucked from the pocket, plonked on the dash’ and I was studiously ignored until we rolled into Westport.

First impressions