Fairy Ring search at haunted Waterford Castle on private 310 acre Ballinakill Island, Waterford City, Ireland

Fairy Ring Search at Haunted Waterford Castle

Story by Jacqueline Harmon-Butler.

“There’s a wee Fairy Ring out there in that meadow somewhere,” said the taxi driver as we drove up the long driveway to Waterford Castle from the ferry landing.  “Can’t see it from the road but it’s there all right,” he went on.  “It’s the truth, lass. People have said they saw some strange things going on out there in the wee hours of a moonlit night.”  Was this a fairy myth or could Waterford Castle  actually be haunted,  I wondered.

I had heard rumors that the castle was haunted but the idea of fairies on the island definitely tweaked my interest.

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Waterford Castle, photo courtesy of Waterford Castle.

“What does a Fairy Ring look like?”  I asked.

“It looks like a ring in the meadow grass.  Sometimes they’re brown and nothing growin in‘em, or they can be green with tall grasses growin in ‘em.  Sometimes they have toadstools growin around the edge and sometimes they are just some wee piles of leaves and twigs. I’ve never, in my life, seen one myself but I’m told they are out there somewhere.”

“Gee” I said somewhat disappointed at his description.  “I’m not sure what to look for.”

Fairy captive? (Photo: Frolkens Fokus, Pexels)
Fairy captive? Photo, Frolkens Fokus, Pexels

“Oh, you’d better be careful going out lookin’ for the wee fairies, lass” he said in a serious tone.  “Many a lass went out lookin’ for them on moonlit nights and never came back.”

“Humph!” I retorted, privately thinking that going out looking for fairies was exactly what I was going to do after I got settled in my room at the castle.

Waterford Castle is located near Waterford City, Ireland, about 98 miles South East of Dublin, on the beautiful Island of BallinakilI. The Island’s private ferry, the M.V. Strongbow, brings you across the River Suir to a magical place, steeped in history and legends.

Ballinakill  Island was owned by the Fitzgerald family for over eight centuries, and was home to the Earls of Kildare and Ormond and Knights of Glin and Kerry, in one of the longest unbroken stewardships on record in Ireland. The original structure built by the Fitzgerald’s was a Norman Keep, which was a virtually impregnable tower-like stone structure with thick walls; narrow arrow slit windows and a lead roof. During the next centuries the stronghold was gradually expanded and enlarged, and by using stone from a local quarry it is almost impossible to distinguish the different stages of the expansions.

It is the ghost of Mary, the last of the Fitzgeralds to own the castle, that has been reportedly seen hanging around the Munsterm dining room and smaller attached conservatory, where glittering parties were held. After her marriage to Prince Caracciolo of Italy, she moved to Dublin where she and the Prince were socially quite prominent. Mary loved the family home and the woodland of the Island and they often returned for many gala parties and long weekends. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her later that evening

Mary’s grandmother, Mary Francis Fitzgerald, was quite a character and something of a local legend. She was an extravagant lady who traveled extensively and dominated the social scene. Upon her return to the castle from her various trips, she loved to have herself rowed majestically across the river, followed by a barge holding twenty four musicians playing her favorite tunes.

Waterford Castle, Waterford City, Ireland
Waterford Castle, Photo courtesy of Waterford Castle

“And here ye are then,” said the taxi driver as he pulled up in front of the palace. “Now remember lass, no going off lookin for the wee fairies.”

The castle itself looked like it had just stepped out of a children’s fairy tale book. It was large, formidable really, with a crenellated roof and a tower and was covered all over with brambles. The massive front door was made of dark wood, and opened into a huge lodge of a room. Soft music filled the air and a cheery fire crackled in one corner surrounded by heavy leather furniture, which invited the road weary traveler to sit and relax a while.

Deluxe Suite, Waterford Castle, Ireland
Deluxe Suite Photo, courtesy of Waterford Castle

I didn’t know what to expect as I was led up a private staircase to the top of the fortress. An arched door opened into a charming room with a high vaulted ceiling and decorated in soft shades of pink. There was a beautiful antique bed and matching furniture, including a vanity table with tiny drawers and a smoky three-way mirror. The windows had leaded glass and strange ancient hardware, and were draped in flowered chintz. My view out over the woods, with the golf course and the river in the distance, was spectacular.

Island meadows filled with wildflowers at Waterford Castle, Waterford City, Ireland
Island meadows filled with wildflowers at Waterford Castle, Photo, courtesy of Waterford Castl)

I quickly opened my suitcase, hung up my dinner dress, then grabbing my camera and purse, headed back down the stairs, through the large reception hall and out into the afternoon. The sun was low in the sky and offered little warmth as I headed down the path towards the meadow and, I hoped the Fairy Ring. A big tabby cat ambled out of the bushes and followed me along the way. I found its company comforting––sort of like a bodyguard or chaperone. In the distance I could hear what I thought were quacking ducks but as I got closer to the meadow I could see that they were giant black birds in the high trees along the river bank making all that racket.

A walk in the woods, Slide Island, Ballinakill Island, Waterford Castle, Waterford City, Ireland
A walk in the woods, Photo, courtesy of Waterford Castle

There had been some rain in the past few days and the meadow was quite muddy and slippery.  I stepped carefully over puddles and around broken pieces of branches and logs. The black birds took offense at my being there and began circling around and around overhead. Now and again one of them would swoop down toward me, its beady little yellow eyes glaring at me and its pointy red beak open in a horrible squall. I looked around for the cat, hoping its presence would frighten off the birds, but it was nowhere to be seen.

With the birds acting so strangely I felt I must be on the right track and excitedly began searching in earnest, but looking around I couldn’t see anything that even remotely looked like a Fairy Ring – not that I knew what one looked like. I looked for a ring of toadstools.  I looked for a ring of different colored grass. I looked for a ring of twigs and leaves.  After trampling from one end of the meadow to the other I couldn’t find anything that even resembled a circle of any kind. The birds continued their mysterious ritual of diving and screaming but refused to lead me to my goal.

The sun sank below the horizon and disappointment swept over me with the chill air. “Oh well,” I thought, “I’ll ask around at the castle. Surely someone there would be able to give me better directions.”

Munsterm dining room, Waterford Castle, Ballinakill Island, Waterford City, Ireland
Munsterm dining room, Photo, courtesy of Waterford Castle

Dinner was served in the Munsterm dining room. The room, with its lovely oak paneling and ornate plaster ceiling, is considered to be one of finest in Ireland, and I had to agree, it was beautiful.

I chose Island Salad, a tasty combination of wild lettuces, fresh herbs, olives, crisp Goujons  (similar to bacon), topped with a delicate locally made Boilie Cheese, and dressed with a sun dried tomato vinaigrette. This was followed by a delicious Scarred Breast of Barbary Duck, with roast garlic and a blackberry sauce.

The Waterford Crystal goblet felt good in my hand as I sipped the deep red Chilean wine. The wine seemed to glow as it sparkled through the deep cuts in the crystal bowl and I was certain that even a mediocre wine would taste wonderful in this elegant goblet.

Looking around the room I almost expected to see a shadow or a wispy bit of shimmer or hear an otherworldly moan indicating that the ghost of Mary Fitzgerald was present. Alas, everything seemed absolutely normal and the only sounds were the quite murmur of other diners and the piano softly playing in the background.

When the waiter brought my desert, a white and milk chocolate mousse cordoned with passion fruit and orange, I asked him if he knew anything about the Fairy Ring out in the lower meadow.

“No,” he answered, looking at me quizzically. “I’m rather new here and wasn’t aware of such a thing. Let me ask around about it and see what I can find out.”

A few minutes later he came back and told me no one seemed to know anything about a Fairy Ring and inquired where I heard about it. I told him about the taxi driver and my experience in the meadow with the bad-tempered birds and my futile search.

Later, over coffee, my waiter returned to tell me he had at least learned what you were supposed to say while in a Fairy Ring, and, drawing himself upright, recited:

“Winding, winding, winding,

peace and joy now finding,

with a love that’s binding,

winding, winding, winding.”

He smiled and continued with explicit instructions to turn three times clockwise while chanting the prayer, then say out loud what your wish is.  He handed me a little note with the prayer and instructions written on it.

I asked him if the ghost of Mary Fitzgerald came around very often and he said he hadn’t seen anything personally although he had heard a lot about her ghost. Another waiter came by to admonish us about making fun of the ghosts or they might make noises in the night and scare me. He assured me that the way to keep them quiet was to place a saucer of cream under the bed before retiring. Not wanting to be awakened by anything supernatural up in the tower room by myself, I prevailed upon him to supply me with the required saucer of cream.

I slept well in my cozy bed, dreaming of fairies and rings. The only sounds I heard were the antique beds’ creaks and squeaks as I turned over in the night.  However, in the morning I thought the saucer of cream looked less full.

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Tea is served at Waterford Castle, photo, courtesy of Waterford Castle.

IF YOU GO:  The website for Waterford Castle is at http://www.waterfordcastleresort.com – plan ahead as the castle has just 19 rooms.