Here are the available cottages for rental in County Kerry.

Review by Patricia from London

Welcoming friendly wonderful historic Kerry where you will find peace and tranquillity or you can enjoy a stomping night in Ballybunion out with a few friends. Eat the local produce guaranteed to please the palate. Great fishing waters and golfing.

Take a trip back in time to quaint Kerry

From the Daily Mail

There are many of us Brits who still completely overlook the idea of Ireland as a holiday destination. Although most concede it's attractive, there are lingering suspicions that the Anglo-Irish relationship is still not entirely friendly, that there is nothing to do, the climate grim and the facilities perhaps backward.
Those who avoid Ireland for these reasons have no idea what they are missing. Over the years I have never encountered the slightest hostility. The people are charming and, because much of the country's economy depends on tourism, there is plenty to do. Children are especially welcome and genuinely loved by the Irish, making it ideal for a family holiday.
County Kerry, in the far southwest of Ireland, has a reputation for being not just one of the most beautiful places on the Emerald Isle, but in Europe. The stunning Atlantic coastline, with its bays and harbours surrounded by mountains, lives up to this billing. The lush plain of the Vale of Killarney, a few miles inland, provides a contrast of a different sort of magnificent scenery.
Kerry is also famously wet. Old hands will tell you that you can go there in the summer, be rained on for a week, and never see the spectacular landscape. All I can say is that for a week in late spring, it didn't rain until the seventh day.
Kerry, though, is prepared for all eventualities. When it is fine, you can walk around the Dingle Way or take a motor tour around the 125-mile Ring of Kerry, circumnavigating the Iveragh Peninsula and Ireland's highest mountain range, MacGillicuddy's Reeks.
When it is raining, museums, exhibitions and other indoor attractions are to be found in or near most of the centres of population.
The main towns in the area -Tralee, Killarney, Dingle and Kenmare - have a wide selection of shops and restaurants. With seafood another important part of the local economy, tanks of lobsters in restaurant windows await the diner's attention.
And, with the pound so strong against the Irish punt, prices are reasonable. This also makes a motoring holiday a bargain, with petrol considerably cheaper than in Britain. ... more

Take a trip back in time to quaint Kerry

From the Daily Mail

There are many of us Brits who still completely overlook the idea of Ireland as a holiday destination. Although most concede it's attractive, there are lingering suspicions that the Anglo-Irish relationship is still not entirely friendly, that there is nothing to do, the climate grim and the facilities perhaps backward.
Those who avoid Ireland for these reasons have no idea what they are missing. Over the years I have never encountered the slightest hostility. The people are charming and, because much of the country's economy depends on tourism, there is plenty to do. Children are especially welcome and genuinely loved by the Irish, making it ideal for a family holiday.
County Kerry, in the far southwest of Ireland, has a reputation for being not just one of the most beautiful places on the Emerald Isle, but in Europe. The stunning Atlantic coastline, with its bays and harbours surrounded by mountains, lives up to this billing. The lush plain of the Vale of Killarney, a few miles inland, provides a contrast of a different sort of magnificent scenery.
Kerry is also famously wet. Old hands will tell you that you can go there in the summer, be rained on for a week, and never see the spectacular landscape. All I can say is that for a week in late spring, it didn't rain until the seventh day.
Kerry, though, is prepared for all eventualities. When it is fine, you can walk around the Dingle Way or take a motor tour around the 125-mile Ring of Kerry, circumnavigating the Iveragh Peninsula and Ireland's highest mountain range, MacGillicuddy's Reeks.
When it is raining, museums, exhibitions and other indoor attractions are to be found in or near most of the centres of population.
The main towns in the area -Tralee, Killarney, Dingle and Kenmare - have a wide selection of shops and restaurants. With seafood another important part of the local economy, tanks of lobsters in restaurant windows await the diner's attention.
And, with the pound so strong against the Irish punt, prices are reasonable. This also makes a motoring holiday a bargain, with petrol considerably cheaper than in Britain. ... more

All's fair in the crazy court of the Goat King

From the Mail on Sunday

Only in Ireland will you find a festival as silly as the Puck Fair, where a wild animal is crowned king of the town. For three days in mid-August a mountain goat lords it over Killorglin, a small, lively market town and angling centre on the Ring of Kerry. It's conclusive proof that in Ireland it's still possible to be a romantic.
The six-year-old mountain goat captured on Kerry's Mount Brandon is hoisted 50ft in the air by rope to the top of a stand. He looks bewildered, but is in no danger - close supervision by animal welfare officers make sure of that.
The Puck Fair (the name derives from Phuic, the Irish word for goat) begins at 7pm on August 10 each year when, with Killorglin's streets thronged with people and stalls selling everything from balloons to chain saws, the goat is enthroned atop his platform overlooking the town. From here he reigns until sunset on August 12 when he is brought down, paraded through the town and let back into the mountain fields, a little confused but unharmed.
A soft rain was falling and pipe bands were leading a brilliantly coloured parade as I arrived in Killorglin. Chewing heather, the newly-crowned King Puck looked on nonchalantly, like an emperor viewing gladiators.
It was not as if I had been spared clues about what was in store for me at the fair. When the bus dropped me off at Milltown, four miles from Killorglin, I had asked a passing old man for directions.
'Mind yourself, now,' he replied, 'that's a deadly spot.' And crossing the River Laune an hour before the fair began I had spotted an inebriated man already staggering homewards, holding on to the side of a horse-drawn caravan for support.
The sound of hornpipes in the distance promised a lively welcome, as a continuous flow of horse-boxes made their way into town. Killorglin's 28 packed pubs were soon paying homage to another favourite monarch - Ireland's high King Arthur (Guinness).
Hoisting King Puck on to his lofty pedestal using rope and manpower was not the only unsophisticated machinery in operation during the festival. Sacks of potatoes held open the doors of O'Neills in Langford Street, while sawdust on the floor prevented revellers from slipping over during sessions that go on until the small hours.
Customers from O'Neills were already spilling out on to the pavement. Men in dark blazers and wide shirt collars, hands in pockets, swayed from side to side in the pub's doorway. To enter I had to wait for a break in their wobbling. ... more

All's fair in the crazy court of the Goat King

From the Mail on Sunday

Only in Ireland will you find a festival as silly as the Puck Fair, where a wild animal is crowned king of the town. For three days in mid-August a mountain goat lords it over Killorglin, a small, lively market town and angling centre on the Ring of Kerry. It's conclusive proof that in Ireland it's still possible to be a romantic.
The six-year-old mountain goat captured on Kerry's Mount Brandon is hoisted 50ft in the air by rope to the top of a stand. He looks bewildered, but is in no danger - close supervision by animal welfare officers make sure of that.
The Puck Fair (the name derives from Phuic, the Irish word for goat) begins at 7pm on August 10 each year when, with Killorglin's streets thronged with people and stalls selling everything from balloons to chain saws, the goat is enthroned atop his platform overlooking the town. From here he reigns until sunset on August 12 when he is brought down, paraded through the town and let back into the mountain fields, a little confused but unharmed.
A soft rain was falling and pipe bands were leading a brilliantly coloured parade as I arrived in Killorglin. Chewing heather, the newly-crowned King Puck looked on nonchalantly, like an emperor viewing gladiators.
It was not as if I had been spared clues about what was in store for me at the fair. When the bus dropped me off at Milltown, four miles from Killorglin, I had asked a passing old man for directions.
'Mind yourself, now,' he replied, 'that's a deadly spot.' And crossing the River Laune an hour before the fair began I had spotted an inebriated man already staggering homewards, holding on to the side of a horse-drawn caravan for support.
The sound of hornpipes in the distance promised a lively welcome, as a continuous flow of horse-boxes made their way into town. Killorglin's 28 packed pubs were soon paying homage to another favourite monarch - Ireland's high King Arthur (Guinness).
Hoisting King Puck on to his lofty pedestal using rope and manpower was not the only unsophisticated machinery in operation during the festival. Sacks of potatoes held open the doors of O'Neills in Langford Street, while sawdust on the floor prevented revellers from slipping over during sessions that go on until the small hours.
Customers from O'Neills were already spilling out on to the pavement. Men in dark blazers and wide shirt collars, hands in pockets, swayed from side to side in the pub's doorway. To enter I had to wait for a break in their wobbling. ... more