Renamed : O’Hanlons

Just a few miles down the road is Mullaghabane (pronounced Mullaghbawn), and charmingly situated on the other side of the bridge is the Bridge bar.

‘Failte go Teach an Droichid’ – Welcome to the Bridge House Bar – is the sign that greets you as you enter this old bar, and Bernard O’Hanlon, the young owner, makes you feel at home within minutes.
He claims to be the 17th generation of the family to live there. Outside he showed me a store with the year 1554 marked on it, and the crest of the O’Hanlons – a wild boar on a hill and a hand grasping a lizard.

Another store was pointed out where the fugitive St. Oliver Plunkett hid during those dark and evil days of the Penal Time.

Inside this typical country pub, look out for the stuffed wild mink, one of 18 trapped in the Neighbourhood last year, and a wild goat’s head, with its fine pair of horns, shot in the nearby mountains of Slieve Moore.EnIarged local postcards, and a black and white picture 33 of the old Linen Shirt Factory taken in 1911, can be seen in the adjacent room.

Finally Bernard outside showed me his plans for his water garden.

As his land runs down to the local river, canals have been dug out and all is in preparation for the arrival of a working water wheel, and then he can divert the water from the river