The year is 1837. Picture a grand estate known as Baskin Hill, rising amongst the rolling fields of Cloghran Parish. This was once the residence of the Bishop of Dromore, a man who knew the value of a fine view. Cloghran Parish itself is a place where history whispers from every stone. Lewis, a meticulous surveyor of his time, documented this parish in detail. He noted the abundance of limestone, a testament to the geological bones of this land. He spoke of quarries near the local church, where fossils lay hidden like secrets of a forgotten time. Even whispers of copper and lead ores, slumbering beneath the surface, were recorded in his findings. Cloghran Parish, however, is not just about stones and soil. It’s about the people who breathed life into these lands. Imagine the grand gatherings at Castle Moat, the home of J. Mac Owen, Esq. This estate, named for its impressive moat, offered breathtaking vistas stretching towards the village of the Man-of-War and out to the vast expanse of the Irish Sea. From that vantage point, one could gaze upon Lambay Island, Ireland’s Eye, and the majestic sweep of the Dublin and Wicklow Mountains. Those views remain, a timeless tapestry woven into the fabric of Cloghran Parish.
Saint John the Evangelist
Whispers of history echo from these stones. This is the site of Saint John the Evangelist. Once a vibrant church