The Forge is situated at the Hillhead, near Castledawson, and dates from
the beginning of the 19th century. One half of the building was a dwelling area and the other half was the Forge where the
Blacksmith plied his trade.
This Blacksmith's cottage has been in the Devlin family for generations
and all the Blacksmith's tools, bellows etc are in place. The highlight of the living area is two life size replicas of Frank
Devlin, (which can be seen through the open doorway) and his daughter Annie.
The Forge is the subject of a poem by Nobel Prize winner Shamus Heaney
whose family live close by.
All I know is a door into the dark.
Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting;
Inside, the hammered anvil's short pitched
The unpredictable fantail of sparks
Or hiss when the new shoe toughens in water.
The anvil must be somewhere
in the centre,
Horned as a unicorn, at one end square,
Set there immoveable: an altar
Where he expends himself
in shape and music,
Sometimes, leather-aproned, hairs in his nose,
He leans out on the jamb, recalls a clatter
hoofs where traffic is flashing in rows;
Then grunts and goes in, with a slam and flick
To beat real iron out, to
work the bellows.