Mairtin’s place is simple but perfect. There is a poured concrete kitchen island, overlooking the dining area, adjacent to a soft sofa which looks out onto a postcard view of the inlet, mountains and a daily sunset. Ros Muc is quiet, rugged and remote. Bring a bag of carrots for Neddy, Mairtin’s uncle’s rather handsome donkey down the road. Wild blackberries are every direction you turn.
The neighbors down the road in both directions were doing some construction when we visited, but that will hopefully be finished by the time you read this, but probably best to check in with Mairtin to make sure if you are going to Ros Muc for peace and quiet like we were.
In the evenings you either heard your pulse or the winds from the North Atlantic whipping through the landscape.