I first came to the Dingle peninsula at sixteen and fell in love with it. At nineteen I left my home in Dublin and came to live here. At twenty I fell in love again and married Vincent. It was a time of emigration in Ireland and we thought of heading for America. But we belonged here. We wanted to spend the rest of our lives waking up every morning looking out to the Atlantic Ocean, the Black Rock and the Three Sisters. This was our home and we wanted to share it.
I started with a café. My mother and I sewed curtains and cushions. Vincent was fishing, and farming the family land with his father. In the evenings he made tables and benches for the café out of old timber. We even wove rushes into placemats.
At first people came to enjoy home baking in spectacular surroundings.
Soon they were asking to stay the night, and glorying in the same views that we ourselves wake up to every morning. And Gormans was born.
Straight away I was hooked on hospitality. I love meeting people. I love an open door and the smell of baking bread. I love providing home comforts and local information, calming stress and creating a relaxing atmosphere, and seeing my guests draw energy and enjoyment from their time here.