There’s not much to Cavan town, we covered it all in about 2 hours at a slow pace. Rob confessed his sins to Father at St. Patrick’s Cathedral – we have pictures Rob! Lilly was caught saying her prayers at the altar but refused to pay 25c for a candle, I’ll shout you one next time Lilly. We notice the absence of white soda bread. It seems they don’t sell it here at all which surprises us as we are only a few hours from Belfast where it is a huge part of the staple diet. There is however a close relation on the shelves, a brown soda which is nice and oaty.
We tootle out of town to Butlers Bridge and settle in at Berragarra Inn for a hearty lunch of Irish home cooking. Hmmm, the baked bacon with mash (served with an ice-cream scoop, hee hee hee) and cabbage was so tasty. It was a bit of a truck smash as JR would say, but the flavour was there that’s for sure.
Further along the road was Belturbet, a gorgeous little town with the Erne River flowing through it. We strolled along the rushing Erne and crossed to Turbet Island. Everything was lush and rainsoaked. Wild hawthorne lined the banks, it was pretty as a picture. The midgies bit Rob almost to death, they just loved his sweet Leprechaun blood.
We tootle out of town to Butlers Bridge and settle in at Berragarra Inn for a hearty lunch of Irish home cooking. Hmmm, the baked bacon with mash (served with an ice-cream scoop, hee hee hee) and cabbage was so tasty. It was a bit of a truck smash as JR would say, but the flavour was there that’s for sure.
Further along the road was Belturbet, a gorgeous little town with the Erne River flowing through it. We strolled along the rushing Erne and crossed to Turbet Island. Everything was lush and rainsoaked. Wild hawthorne lined the banks, it was pretty as a picture. The midgies bit Rob almost to death, they just loved his sweet Leprechaun blood.
The Belturbet farmers market was on this afternoon, a rather tiny affair with only seven stalls in total. Rosie from Rosie’s Country Kitchen entertained us with her sometimes foul-mouthed craic. Lilly bought a few of her homemade pies, one beef and Guinness and one chicken, vegetable and ham. Rosie makes her pastry and rests it for 24 hours before baking, it is gorgeous. She offers us all a sausage roll, its filling encased in the same delicious pastry as the pies. A little further along was The Cheesemaker, specialising mostly in matured cheeses of goat, cow and sheeps milk.
