Pocket of beauty where time stands still

LEAVE the whizzing highway behind and turn from backroad to dirt track, network coverage disappears and you’re suddenly back to nature.

Stop the engine, pull the handbrake and open the door. Nothing. Just a warm breeze and the distant bleat of sheep.

Welcome to The Pocket, where the ancient prevails and where time’s reined in by the horseshoe of Mullach an Aitinn. This is the land the first people roamed, a place where monks went to pray and where raparees held out.