The Celtic Gateway
Bejees and there was me thinkin' that the wonderous European Union had financed a bridge from the dumpy little town of Holyhead all the way across the sea to the capricously cosmopolitan city of Dublin.
Wind and waves this tubular steel would withstand with her pillars piled deep into the sea's bedrocked sands. Her roadway, tarmac(ked) by the best of Ireland's true sons would be fitting tribute to the cojoining of the British Isles.
The bridge runs from the back of Sommerfields (now the Co-op) to the ass-end of the ferry terminal.
Not quite what I would call a £6 million "Celtic Gateway".
Holyhead is definitely not a desination in its own right. The town prospered briefly on the back of its railway connection to the Irish ferries in the mid 1800's and the cute little town hall was built.
Since then though, not a lot has happened.
One thing though you can always be assured of though is a friendly welcome in the pubs. I remember having a very good night here 20-odd years ago whilst awaiting the overnight ferry. Met a bunch of drunken Irishmen in one of the pubs and if I remember correctly we managed to get thrown out of every pub in Holyhead in due rotation from the station, through the town, and back to to the port.
Got our timing right tho' as the Holland Inn was the last pub we got chucked out of. I think we had to swim across the harbour as the "Celtic Gateway" hadn't been built then - HIC! GLUG! HIC!
Ah, Bejees there's the ferry - where's the gangplank?