This was just what we wanted an authentic Irish country house with peat fire and home made scones on arrival, delightful rooms with character, welcoming staff. Breakfasts are excellent all home made produce, and we found delicious evening meals in Letterfrack. No telly, no power showers, the overgrown garden was very appealing. Trip advisor member Sussex

If you are looking for a traditional Irish country house this is the one for you. Relaxing evenings by the peat fire, splendid breakfasts and delightful hostess. We felt very much at home and were made very welcome. Many thanks.

We were looking for total peace and quiet, complete relaxation. We found it, and more, at Crocnaraw. No, it didn't have instant, powerful hot water gushing out of all the taps; it didn't have television and tea-making facilities ( although it was there should we have wanted); it didn't have Microsoft singing and dancing all over the place. We didn't want any of that. What it did have was pure, unadulterated charm, care, comfort, warmth and kindness. We slept in a room overlooking a heavenly garden and beyond to the little Irish donkeys in their field. After a little of the Irish rain,we returned to a room warmed by a peat fire where we indulged in tea and scones whilst catching up on the adventures of Harry Potter. I lay in a bath with as much hot water as I could ask for, gazing into the woodland with not a soul in sight . ( Good job, you may say !) Breakfast could have been anything we wanted but the porridge, the fruits,the home-made Irish soda bread, the bacon, the jams just kept on getting better every morning. Lucy Fretwell and her helpers were the most professional, caring, calm and delightful people anyone could hope to meet. Further from the garden lay the other-worldly delights of Connemara. Mountains, golden swathes of empty beaches, sunshine, ponies, flowery hedgerows and, of course, the kindness of the Irish people themselves. It was perfect. we couldn't have asked for more. Thankyou to Lucy and everyone else and of course, the kittens.
From Glenys and Graham Rogers. Lancashire. England.

I'd booked accommodation by email, but when we arrived (finding the house by luck as there was no sign at the entrance to the drive) we had to ring the bell, shout and generally walk about for five minutes or more before someone eventuallycame out from the kitchen (we could see movement in the house when we were walking round the outside, trying to get a response). The woman who eventually emerged said she was not expecting anyone although I had exchanged emails with someone whom I believed to be her. So we had to tramp around the "award-winning gardens" (when? in 1986?) for half an hour or more while she got a room ready.

The room itself was rather shabby, having last been updated in about 1975 by the look of it. She very kindly gave us some tea and good home-made cake in the sitting room, which was embellished by some sort of creeping plant growing through the skirting board from the outside in several places. One of the upstairs windows was totally covered by this plant, making the landing somewhat gloomy.

Breakfasts were superb, though, and I recommend the stewed rhubarb, from the vegetable garden, with yogurt as well as the usual bacon and egg etc.

It was the most expensive of the bed-and-breakfasts we'd stayed at in the Republic of Ireland but the least value for money.