Heritage | Kilmore Quay Conservation Group

What is that Orange Growth on Damp Walls in Kilmore Quay?

May 17, 2026 | Heritage, Natural

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common” (Ralph Waldo Emerson) If you have ever noticed a common, rust-colored fuzz growing on damp walls or old headstones, you might be surprised to learn what it actually is. Believe it or...

Echoes of a different tale

May 15, 2026 | Heritage, Maritime

Fishing off the Kilmore Quay coastline and Crossfarnogue Point before the 19th century was a seasonal pursuit, tethered to the rhythms of the sea. Summers were dedicated to the rich bounty of lobsters to feed entire local families with only a few hardy hands daring to...

Brandycross‘s wooden crosses: definitely not Pagan!

May 15, 2026 | Cultural, Heritage

Traditions are rarely easy to explain. Their origins are imprecise and buried under layers of interpretation, generations of hearsay. In archaeology, you can dig and measure and carbon date but in anthropology or folklore you just ask questions and try to see patterns...

The Cutting: A Story Carved in Stone

May 15, 2026 | Built, Heritage

A Shifting Shoreline: Lough Har Centuries ago, the area around Kilmore Quay looked very different. Water shaped not only the coastline but also much of the land inland. On the north-western side of the parish lay Lough Har, a vast lake that covered nearly one-eighth...

The Whispers of Forth and Bargy: Discovering Yola

May 14, 2026 | Cultural, Heritage

In Southeast Wexford, there once was a language unlike any other in Ireland called Yola (meaning “Old”), the unique mother tongue of the baronies of Forth and Bargy for over seven centuries. A Linguistic “Mingle-Mangle” Born from the waves of...

Beyond the View: What You Might be Missing at Ballyteige Burrow

Apr 15, 2026 | Heritage, Natural

The dunes are currently stippled with the bright colour of the dog violet. These tiny flowers are holding their own against the bold, sunny heads of the dandelions—looking like little five-petaled crowns bowed in prayer. It’s a quiet kind of resilience, tucked away...