Are the British mad? We have a hard time persuading them to head for Ireland for a short break, but honestly, even a quick weekend is worth its weight in golden leprechauns and anyone who ignores the Emerald Isle and all its glories is simply missing out.
It’s like home –they think – only further away, so why go? But truly, it isn’t. We promise you that from the moment you arrive at Dublin, Cork or Shannon airport till the moment you leave, you will be beguiled by the blarney, the craic and the natural dry wit of the people that you meet. Forget potatoes – the food is wonderful and the best hotels are as they used to be 40 years ago in England: privately owned, often in gorgeous Georgian houses, with amazing views, peat fires and comfort second to none. As for the welcome: you will be entranced wherever you go. Dublin is back in business and on a high, while from County Cork to County Wicklow and Connemara to County Donegal, the abundant nature, unfettered wilds and geological richness of the lore-soaked landscape is the chief draw. Well, that and the Guinness. Ireland isn’t a destination, it’s a love affair, and we are in love.