A Visit to Carlingford Oyster Company, Ireland

Oyster Farm Dog, Carlingford Ireland

While visiting Carlingford with Fáilte Ireland and TBEX, we stopped at Carlingford Oyster Company, a world-famous oyster purveyor ran by a charming father and son team. While we had the chance to see oysters in their very early stages of life as well as devouring those that were fresh and ready-to-eat, I was mostly captivated by the surrounding scenery. The low tide of the Lough paired with a cloudy background and amazing reflections were all fantastic settings which add to my ever-growing love for Ireland. Additionally, I found joy in their dog, muddy from romping around the Lough and wanting to play catch with anyone who wanted to throw his toy; a surprising treat for a dog lover such as myself!

Baby Oysters

Baby oysters, literally only weeks old…

Baby oysters

See those little dots? They’re baby oysters, in the earliest stages of life…

Thousands of baby oysters

Thousands of babies….


Filtered oysters

Once these world-renowned oysters have matured, usually a few years into their lives, they are harvested from the Lough and filtered to remove any possible traces of bacteria.

Carlingford, Ireland

Carlingford, Ireland

We were originally supposed to be taken out to the bogs to really get our hands into the work of an oyster farmer, however our lunch ran much later than planned, meaning our time spent with the fabulous guys at the Oyster Company was drastically cut short. It was a huge bummer to not be able to put on those fun rubber boots and stomp through some mud, but nonetheless, it was definitely fun seeing how oysters are harvested, and to see the delicious little guys in different stages of life. If oysters are your thing, I’d highly suggest stopping over at the Carlingford Oyster Company and having a look for yourself.

A HUGE thanks to Fáilte Ireland, TBEX and Carlingford Oyster Company for hosting our day! All opinions, like always, are my own.

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