About the park and the island
Everything at Maghery is arranged around a junction. The River Blackwater comes down from Tyrone and Monaghan and empties here into Lough Neagh, and for as long as people have moved through this landscape they have moved through this point. The park is simply the modern, mown version of a very old crossroads.
The proof is out on the water. Coney Island — nine acres, a kilometre offshore — carries a 13th-century Anglo-Norman motte and a stone tower from the 16th century. There was a settlement on it in the Middle Ages and even a small iron industry. The O'Neills held it as a stronghold until 1567, when Lord Deputy Henry Sydney took it, and it was garrisoned as a fort for about a generation after that. Long before any of that, tradition attaches the island to St Patrick, though that is a story rather than a record.
The island's last private chapter came in the 1890s, when James Caulfeild, 7th Viscount Charlemont, bought it and built a summer house there in 1895. In 1946 Fred Storey gave the island to the National Trust, who own it still; day-to-day management sits with the council.
The mainland park came later, and it is a modest, useful thing rather than a grand one: thirty acres, five kilometres of paths, a slipway, some jetties, a play park and a caravan site. That modesty is why it stays quiet. Come on a bright Saturday, take the boat out, walk under trees on an island in the middle of an inland sea, and you will wonder why more people are not here.