Due to the peculiar rock formations in the area, a series of natural “blow” or “puffing” holes exist (and still do to this day) which causes the sea water, when tidal conditions dictate, to crash through and blow water upwards. It is believed that as far back as the 1700s locals thought these to be haunted by the fairies with the result of the name “The Fairy Bridges”.

In an account in his book “Scenes In Ireland” by the Rev G.N. Wright in 1834, spoke of them as a single arch, twenty-four feet span, having a causeway of half that breadth perfectly formed and detached from all un -architectural encumbrances. Although it is securely passable by simple mortals, visitors are recommended to avoid its unhallowed surface, as troops of fairies are constantly heard, and sometimes seen, by those who possess the invaluable gift of second vision, flying hastily from end to end.”

Early travellers to the area, once Bundoran began to get a name for itself in the 1820s, were thought to be more interested in coming to the seaside town to see the Fairy Bridges than to experience the natural health benefits of the area’s golden beaches and proximity to the wild Atlantic Ocean! Indeed the natural rock formation was one of the main things to see in Bundoran at the time!

This piece was taken from the Ballyshannon Herald in the 1830s

Fairy Bridges 1833 account

The Fairy Bridges was depicted in a painting in 1891 by famed Victorian artist Helen Allingham. This extract is taken from the book “Happy England – As Painted By Helen Allingham” first published in 1903.

“The Fairy Bridges – a series of natural arches, carved or shaken out of the cliffs, in times long past, by the rollers of the Atlantic are within a walk of Ballyshannon, and were often visited by Mrs. Allingham during her stay there“.

The Fairy Bridges by Helen Allingham

The Fairy Bridges by Helen Allingham

Her husband, poet William Allingham made this reference to the area in his work “The Winding Banks of Erne”…

 From Dooran to the Fairy Bridge, and round by Tullan strand,

Level and long, and white with waves, where gull and curlew stand;

Head out to sea when on your lee the breakers you discern!—

Adieu to all the billowy coast, and winding banks of Erne! 

(The Winding Banks of Erne – Allingham,W)

Also this account from the Bundoran Directory of 1935 –

“Skirting the Golf Links we pass Poll Uaine and Pol Tobi, two places much favoured by anglers. “The Puffing Hole”, a miniature “Mac Swyne’s Gun” and “The Skiting Hole” where the wave forcing its way through narrowing caves, dashes its spray far out into the sea. “We now come to the Fairy Bridges where as D.F. Mac Carthy puts it:

The fairy gun booms within its caverned shores

More than one story indicates that there were fairies in the area… this story is called “The Fairy House at Finner” (Finner Rath and Finner Hill are within minutes walk of the Fairy Bridges)


ONE time three women from Mullaghmore went to the fair of Bellashanny to sell linen.   The linen was in rolls that they carried on their backs, and they had to start out very early, long before daylight, to be in time for the fair.   As they went along the road one woman said she wanted a drink.   They could see no light in any house till they came to Finner, and the woman went to the house where the light was to ask for a drink, and the other women went with her.   When they came into the house they saw a man there, and he asked them where they came from and what they wanted.   And when they said that they came from Mullaghmore, he began to ask them about people in Mullaghmore, and they wondered that a man who lived so far away should know so much about the people in Mullagh.

One of the other women said to the woman who wanted the drink, that it might not be a right house, and that she ought not to drink anything in it.   So they went away and they began talking about the man and what they had heard, and they thought it might be a house of the ” good people.”   So they said : We’ll put stones here to mark the place, and we’ll see what sort of a house it is when we are coming back in daylight.   So they made a pile of stones on the roadside to mark the place, and when they came back in the daytime they found the stones where they had put them, but there was no sign of a house there at all.