The reviews say it all. Hen Parties in Daingean are fantastic. Truly so. Flying in from all over the World, as well as all over Ireland, the women arrive by bus, car, taxi, train (to Tullamore or Portarlington), plane, and several, without a lie, have arrived by bike.
They gather at Emerald Glamping, then party at the Blackthorn. Some take on the Croghan Hill Challenge. Then others tackle the Grand Canal with Grand Canal Adventures. Others like to mellow out. Get to know one another. Catch up.
One thing the Hens all have in common, initially, is the feeling of trepidation as they trundle their way down the towpath of the Grand Canal. It is like the road to nowhere.”Where the F@#% are we going?” is a common enough phrase. It gets worse as they head through a field, through two gates, then land in a gravelled car park next to a ruin. Now they are sceptical. Roll the duelling banjos. But then….
Whelps of delight have been heard aplenty when the yurt doors are flung open and the Hen Party participants realise it ain’t too shabby at all. The vino gets cracked open and it all begins. Happy. Happy. Happy. So the party begins. If it rains they head for the giant polytunnel. When they are hungry there is the wood-fired pizza oven, bbq’s, and catering even.
The infamous DJ Darcy puts on a Rockin’ night for them in the Notorious Blackthorn pub. The praise past Hens have heaped upon the staff and owners of the Blackthorn has been glowing, and well deserved by all accounts.
Once the flame is extinguished in the Blackthorn it’s back to Emerald Glamping to a roaring camp fire. Tis’ fun all the way. Eventually, the energies begin to flag. So burned-out, like the fire, the ladies wander off to their cosy beds for a well deserved rest.
The morning brings goodbyes and all return to the real world, (to the joy of the upcoming Wedding), and back to normality carrying with them fond memories of a little piece of Rural Ireland. Ireland’s Hidden Gem – Daingean, County Offaly.