June 2, 2004
Had we known this, we would've plotted our trip differently, going counterclockwise perhaps around Ireland, but instead ran smack into this hotel dilemma. After driving many miles in torrential downpour, trying hotel and B&B after another without success, the gracious Briege of the Fairlawns B&B in Dundalk was kind enough to call around to a few places for us and landed us a triple room at the Blackrock House, also in the Blackrock section of Dundalk.
The Blackrock House was a modest two-story building directly on the shores of Dundalk Bay. (If the weather had not been so awful, it would have been beautiful). Gerry and Brenda Rogers, the older couple who run the B&B, made a lovely couple -- in fact, my father spent a few hours talking with Gerry in the upstairs parlor, while my mother and I walked down the street and had a glass of wine in a local pub.
An older building, the Blackrock's halls are narrow and the rooms do not have a lot of space to spare, but everything was fresh, clean, and tidy. We had three twin beds in the room, of varying degrees of comfort, and each guest room has a TV. After a long exhausting day on the road it was a warm welcome to our weary selves, especially when we had feared we might end up sleeping in the car!
Handily enough, one end of the Blackhouse House building hosts the local post office, which is home to perhaps the stinkiest postal woman I've ever met in my entire life (and that was first thing in the morning even), but I got enough supplies to bundle up a variety of goods I'd collected on my trip around Ireland and ship them home. (Irish post is extremely expensive, by the way).
Blackrock (the village not the hotel) is also home to the Blackrock Millenial Sundial, located only a few yards from the Blackrock House, a graceful sculpture of a diving woman that doubles as a sundial.
From journal B&B's of the Emerald Isle