Dunmore East
Modern Day Photos

Here are some recent photos I took in Dunmore East.
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The Flat Rocks, long a favoured fishing spot for anglers, hold a timeless allure, their rugged formations jutting out towards the open sea. For many years, fishers have found solace and challenge here, casting their lines into the churning waters in search of the perfect catch. Now, with the addition of the new foot bridge extending from the Shanoon, access to this beloved location has become easier than ever. The bridge provides a smooth passage over the jagged rocks below, inviting both seasoned anglers and curious visitors to explore this coastal gem. Standing on the rocks, one can feel the power of the ocean, the air thick with salt and anticipation, as wave’s crash rhythmically against the weathered rocks. Whether you come to fish, to watch the sea’s ever-changing moods, or simply to experience the untamed beauty of this spot, the Flat Rocks won’t disappoint you.

Standing on the footbridge, you’re treated to a view that feels nothing short of extraordinary—a sight I believe rivals even the most breath-taking scenes along the west coast of Ireland. The horizon stretches wide and open, where the sea meets the sky in a dazzling display of blues, constantly shifting as clouds drift and sunlight dances on the waves. Below, the water rushes and swirls around the rocks, its motion a mesmerizing blend of power and grace, while seabirds wheel above, their calls echoing through the salt-tinged air. The rugged rocks below stand stoic and weathered, carved by time and tide, creating a landscape that feels alive, ancient, and full of stories. It’s a view that invites you to linger, to breathe in the beauty and wildness of the moment, and to feel a deep appreciation for this stunning corner of the world.

This photo, taken from the High Wall, captures a scene steeped in history and quiet nostalgia. From this vantage point, you can see the old Pilot Station and the World War II gun post, standing as silent sentinels overlooking the village. These places, now calm and still, once played a vital role in the life of Dunmore East. The Pilot Station was a hub of activity, where skilled mariners made arrangements for ships to be guided safely through the treacherous waters of the River Suir, into the port of Waterford, their work essential to the lifeblood of Waterford. Nearby, the gun post stands as a reminder of a time when the threat of war loomed over even the most peaceful coastal towns, its cannon once ready to defend against the unknown. Though these landmarks have grown quiet with the years, their presence whispers of a past full of courage, duty, and the constant watch of those who kept the village, and ships, safe. The view from the High Wall is not just beautiful but also profoundly evocative, drawing you into the layers of history etched into the landscape.

This photo, taken down by the Lighthouse, offers a sweeping view of the Lower Village, where the charm of Dunmore East unfolds in a panorama of familiar landmarks. Councillors Strand stretches out in a crescent of golden sand, its gentle waves inviting and ever changing with the tides. The Strand Inn stands proudly at the water’s edge, a welcoming spot that has witnessed countless seaside memories through the years. From this vantage point, your eyes are naturally drawn upward to Killea Church, perched gracefully atop Killea Hill. Its cross reaches towards the sky, a quiet guardian of the village below, and a constant reminder of the community’s history and spirit. The scene is a beautiful blend of sea and land, where the timeless rhythm of the ocean meets the enduring warmth of a village deeply connected to its past and present. Standing there, with the Lighthouse behind you and the village stretched out before you, it’s easy to feel the essence of Dunmore East—rooted in tradition, yet always alive with the pulse of coastal life.

I captured this photo from the Island Road, a view that feels wonderfully frozen in time. The old thatched cottages stand as they have for generations, their charming roofs thick with golden straw, evoking a deep sense of heritage and continuity. They seem to watch over the sea below, steadfast against the changing tides of both water and history. The ocean stretches out in front of them, its hues shifting with the sky, yet the cottages remain unchanged, timeless guardians of this scenic spot. Walking up the Island Road, you get a sense of the simple beauty that has endured here, a comforting sight that whispers stories of the past while embracing the calm of the present. It’s a glimpse into a world where tradition and nature coexist, untouched by the hurry of modern life, and a reminder of how some things, thankfully, never change.

This photo, also taken from the Island Road, captures a stunning view of the coves tucked beneath the park. With the tide fully in, the coves are elusive, their shapes concealed beneath the shifting waters, blending seamlessly into the blue-green-brown expanse. Yet even without the visible coves, the scene holds a rugged beauty. The weather-worn rocks stand out dramatically, etched and sculpted by the endless patience of the sea. Their jagged edges and striated surfaces tell tales of fierce storms and the slow, relentless erosion that has shaped them over centuries. Even on the calmest of days, these rocks exude a sense of quiet power, a reminder of nature’s ability to transform and carve out the most striking landscapes. Standing on the Island Road, you can almost hear the whispers of the ocean, sense the stories held in every stone, and feel the enduring pull of the sea’s presence.