County Wexford is a soothing palette of world-class spas, beaches and relaxing walks. In a gentle voice, David Fallon talks us through it.
“Ok, let me get this straight. It’s 9:30pm, and you’ve just told me you have to hand in a model of a working volcano in school tomorrow morning?! Sharon, did you know about this?”
“It’s on the list on the fridge! Oh god, where are my keys?!”
“There’s a list on the fridge? Gosh I haven’t eaten in days.”
“Yes there is. The same list that says pick my parents up in the morning.”
“Your parents?! Well they better be bringing a volcano.”
Need a break?
You need County Wexford.
It’s always me, me, Monart
Goodbye uncomfortable office shoes. Farewell, choking tie.
Hello soft, fluffy bathrobe.
The word ‘work’ is banned in (well, not really, but it’s definitely frowned upon). Relaxation begins as soon as your bags touch the floor of your suite, you flop on the bed and listen to the glorious, luscious silence.
But of course, the ‘you time’ goes a lot further than just lying on the bed. We’re talking aromatherapy salt glow treatments, massages on hot plinths, yogurt wraps with mango and passion fruit or just a good old-fashioned dip in the pool without inflatable dolphins and cannonballs whizzing past your face. There’s a back-to-basics vibe here, too, with constant flowing water in the grounds and the remarkable silence giving you the idea that, perhaps, you’ve strayed into the world’s one pocket of perfection.
All that relaxing making you hungry? Pan Fried Duck Breast with Rosti Potato and Balsamic and poached Garlic Jus in the restaurant might take the edge off. A Chocolate and Salted Caramel Sundae will put it back on.
One more thing: Monart is an adults-only spa.
Gardens, abbeys and calm
Silence, as we were all told at some point as screaming children, is golden, and just like Monart you’ll find a similar hush in the floral fecundity of . An organic fruit and vegetable garden, herbaceous borders and an Italian loggia with pool – just try not feel like a character from The Secret Garden. The only difference being you couldn’t buy local jams and preserves in The Secret Garden. At least, not that I remember.
is a crumbling collection of 12th-century loveliness run through with a grass carpet and surrounded by some cows who have been chewing grass there since the beginning of time. To put some order on what Tintern Abbey actually is, the site here is made up of a chancel, a nave, a tower and a chapel. Oh yes, and quite a lot of beauty. Ambling is the name of the game here, with the Abbey’s 800-plus years giving the sense that, for the moment at least, time does stand still and just because the world is rushing, it doesn’t mean you have to.
The Sand Lot
Tell anyone in Ireland that you’re heading for Wexford and they’ll reply, ‘Ah the sunny southeast!’. It’s true. Ireland’s southeast does happen to soak up rather a lot of sun, which means, pack your most colourful speedos and biggest towel – we’re off to the beach. Among the list-toppers for Wexford beaches are; (let your imagination run wild with this painting from artist Kevin Roche), (yes this is THE beach from THAT opening scene in Saving Private Ryan) and bird-havens, .
Thanks Wexford. It’s been calm, quiet, relaxing, chilled. Actually, it’s been so nice that I might ju…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…