Accommodation castlegregory

Perhaps it is the urgent call of Dingle or even the Conor Pass - but for whatever reason a great many travellers from Tralee pass the signpost for Castlegregory and never visit the place. That is both good and bad. It is good because it means this admirable village seldom suffers the pressure on accommodaton that at times splits Dingle at the seams. It is bad because so many don't know what they are missing. Castlegregory sits in the middle of a veritable animal and bird sanctuary; it has as its back garden an incredible wiilderness, including the wonderful coum of Glanteenassig (the valleys of the waterfall); it has more than its share of colourful, even eccentric, hostelries; and it has a history for those curious to inquire both rich and poignant. In terms of size, the little town on the shore of Lough Gill may be only a backwater of its former self - that of course is the story of these parts. At the turn of the century, it rivalled Tralee as a burgeoning metropolis. Now, with the railroad gone and whole generations emigrated, there remain only slimmed down versions of the fishing and vegetable-growing industries and all their subsidiary crafts that once made the place buzz. But Castlegregory retains a legacy from its golden age: a certain confidence and energy disproportionate to its size - and with its increasing orientation toward tourism seems set to prosper again.