There's no sign and it's not on any map or in any GPS. After driving in circles and, finally, asking a shopkeeper, we found the little dirt lane with grass growing down the middle that led to Ballinderry Park.
Here are the directions, such as they are:
Ballinderry Park is a mile south of the village of Kilconnell, seven miles west of Ballinasloe. The village of Aughrim (site of the only battle of European significance fought on Irish soil) is about three miles to the south-east.
We tentatively drove on, still not entirely sure we were on the right course. A black-faced sheep lifted her head to see who could possibly be interrupting her day.
And then, there it was, almost visible through the trees. Ballinderry Park, a Georgian country house, set alone on a plot of land that was once a forest of oak trees. (The name "Bhaile an Doire" means town, or town-land, of the oak trees.)
The house was built in the eighteenth century, described in the early records as "the only 'good' house' in the parish." It housed various tenants who farmed the 547 acres of land around it.
In 1947, it was sold to the Irish Land Commission, who subdivided the land among farm workers and others, while the house and a small portion of the land was bought by a local villager.
The house fell into disrepair, was damaged by vandals, and filled with farm equipment... until George and Susie Gossip purchased it in 2001 and took on the restoration as a labor of love.
When they were finished, they had succeeded in bringing Ballinderry Park back to life... in such a way that it looks like it was frozen in time for centuries.
In the foyer, light filters down the main staircase from a tall window above.
A stack of ancient trunks, topped with a hat, a canvas bag, and a pair of antlers, sits at the foot of the stairs... as if someone has just arrived from the nineteenth century.
Antlers, aka "sporting trophies," are mounted above doorways in the front hall.
A rustic eighteenth-century chair with a curvy shape sits among walking sticks and umbrellas in a light-filled alcove.
To the right of the staircase, ammunition shells are lined up on the chair rail like soldiers.
Cobalt glassware and blue and white porcelain is arranged symmetrically in an arched niche.
When I caught a glimpse of the deep blue dining room, I couldn't wait to go in. Inside were a series of vignettes I call "style moments."
A tiny silver box rests atop white damask napkins on the seventeenth-century carved oak cupboard.
Bedrooms are on two upper floors, divided by a large landing of bleached pine floors and Oriental carpets.
The sunny yellow bedroom, with its paneled walls, is bathed in light. I can imagine a couple of Georgian ladies sitting in these chairs by the window, embroidery hoops and sewing needles in hand.
Three silhouetted, strolling ladies hang above the fireplace.
Even the bathroom is paneled in yellow.
The antique brass door hardware is meticulously polished.
The bedroom across the hall is a striking contrast, in subtle warm grey. Each room has its own distinct personality.
Before I leave, I take one last look through an upstairs window -- wondering who might have once looked through the lone pair of binoculars -- out to the pasture and the countryside beyond.
Then I head back downstairs, feeling the smooth, time-worn railing under my hand... and bid farewell to the mysterious, magical Ballinderry Park.
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