If you have an hour or so to spare, perhaps before catching the ferry or a train, there’s a peaceful nature reserve that’s perfect for a ramble close by. Across the road from the Parrog beach lies a reedy marsh formed when the land was swamped by…

In the first half of the nineteenth century, Holyhead experienced considerable growth and improvements to the town infrastructure thanks to the growing importance of its port. The completion of Thomas Telford’s Holyhead to London postroad, the…

Residents of Holyhead fondly remember Pollecoff’s department and drapery store for its ‘elegance and quality’. Its owner, Solomon Polliakoff, was born in Russia in 1867. He emigrated to the United Kingdom to escape persecution and to better himself…

Carnsore Point in Wexford is an excellent location to illustrate the past shared history Ireland and Wales have regarding wind generated power, and how the history of the generation of electricity has often been fraught. Windmill technology came…

The newly-created Boathouse Hotel is the first social enterprise Eco-Hotel in North Wales with a social and environmental mission. Nestled in a dip on Newry Beach Promenade, the Boathouse Hotel boasts a perfect location on the Anglesey Coastal Path…

Welcome to the Mauretania J. D. Symmonds Thrice welcome, Mauretania,We hail thee, kindly seer,Who speaks of Fishguard's futureIn accents loud and clear;From down the midnight shadows Where towns have not a name, She mounts up now to noonday Among…

When exploring the shared cultural history of Irish Sea Port towns, it is expected that there will be movement of people in both directions. However less expected is emigrants leaving from both Ireland and Wales, to head to the same Liverpool port…

In April 1844, John James Murphy, emigrated from the townland of Haysland in Kilrane Parish with the rest of the Kilrane Boys to Argentina. The Rosslare harbour was not yet built and it would have been known as Ballygeary at that time. Ireland would…

An Excerpt from the Song The Kilrane Boys by William McCormack It being on the twelfth of April, in eighteen forty four,In the blooming spring, when birds did sing, all round sweet Erin’s shore.The feathered train in concert, their tuneful notes…