Can sleep 22 guests across 7 self catering cottages.
One mile outside Armoy Village sits Limepark, a sympathetically restored Georgian farmstead. Home of the 1959 World Ploughing Championships and a base in the 70’s for Mervyn Robinson, one of the motorbike racing members of The Armoy Armada.
Although the farm animals are mostly gone now. Wildlife and fauna have an important place at Limepark. The returning swallows are welcomed each spring and pipistrelle bats put on dramatic dusk shows on warm summer evenings. Borrowed sheep and Shetland ponies do their best to control the weeds. The ivy clad walls are a hum with busy insects and the bees produce lovely local honey.
The front lawn is wooded with 300 year old yew trees, a safe home on stormy nights for all the native birds and create shade for a soft bed of shamrocks.
A carpet of snowdrops start off the year, bluebells follow, daffodils next. The elusive four leafed clover can be found by the grass tennis court. Roseraie d’la Hay hedges in stone walls line the gardens and fill the air with a sweet perfume in June. Guests are welcome to enfuse their own rose petal syrup. Delicious! Herbs and raspberries grow everywhere!
September brings on a hive of activity. Victoria plums hang on the trees like grapes, merryweather damsons too but they are sweeter after the first frost. Apples are too many to count!
The old farm buildings at Limepark now incorporate six self catering cottages accommodating up to twenty guests. Offering a variety of unique spaces from a romantic getaway cottage to a wee cottage ideal for a single person – perfect for peace to write. Families on holiday, guests with disabilities, corporate groups and wedding parties are all catered for. We also have an pet friendly policy.
At Limepark we love to create. We have devoted over 20 years to build the purest venue where you can add your own touch and make it one of your most memorable days. With your closest loved ones, take over the whole estate, finish what we have started and make it yours. Walk by the fortified stone walls, through lavender gardens and say your I do’s.