A railway becomes a path
The Greenway
The Waterford-to-Dungarvan railway was a branch of the Mallow line, opened in 1878 and shut to passengers in 1967. The track lifted, the bridges sat, and for fifty years the route went to seed. The 46-kilometre Waterford Greenway opened in March 2017 and the country took to it immediately — a quarter of a million users in the first nine months. It runs through the Ballyvoile tunnel, over the Kilmacthomas viaduct, past the Comeraghs, and ends here at the harbour. Hire a bike at either end. Plan the shuttle. Don't try to walk it in a day.
Anglo-Norman 101
King John's Castle
The castle on the harbour is older than the town. Prince John founded a fortification at the mouth of the Colligan in 1185 to control the strip of land between the Comeraghs and the sea — the only easy way from East to West Waterford. The polygonal shell keep is twelfth-century and rare in Ireland; the form is English. The castle was a barracks by the early 1700s and a Garda station as late as 1987. It is open to the public now, and the kit is more interesting than the ticket suggests.
A small restaurant that mattered
The Tannery
Paul and Máire Flynn opened The Tannery in a converted leather works on Quay Street in 1997. Paul had cooked at La Stampa in Dublin and at Chez Nico in London. The restaurant became one of the early signals that you could run a serious kitchen outside the cities, off Irish ingredients, and people would come. The cookery school followed. So did the townhouse, and a generation of cooks who came through the kitchen and went on. He's still chef-patron.
Ireland's smallest Gaeltacht
An Rinn
Cross the causeway east of town and the road signs change to Irish only. Ring (An Rinn) and Old Parish (An Sean Phobal) make up the smallest of the official Gaeltachtaí — a few hundred Irish-speaking households, the Coláiste na Rinne summer college that has been running since 1905, and Helvick Pier where the boats come in. The Irish here is West Munster, sing-song, and not the same as Connemara or Donegal. Sit at the bar in Mooney's of Helvick on a winter evening and you'll hear it.