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Patrick Bergin is a proud man of faith. Photo: Mark Condren
It’s a long way to Tipperary. It’s even longer when you’re lost. The old farmer I meet on the tractor on a backroad somewhere between Cloughjordan and Nenagh has never heard of Patrick Bergin. “He’s a movie star and he lives in a castle around here?” he wonders, squinting through the late summer sun on the back of his tractor. “Maybe ask at the next farm through the crossroads…’”
There is no one about that I can see and Google Maps is sending me towards Offaly in circles along roads with no signs Miraculously, I spot a road sign and embark up a long road. Eureka, there it is – Patrick Bergin’s home, built circa 1649.