South Stack - South Stack Lighthouse

South Stack Lighthouse
Location Holy Island, Anglesey, Wales
Coordinates 53°18′24″N 4°41′58″W / 53.30667°N 4.69944°W / 53.30667; -4.69944
Year first constructed 1809
Automated 1983
Height 28 m (92 ft)
Focal height 60 m (200 ft)
Range 24 nmi (44 km)
Characteristic White Flash every 10 seconds
Fog signal One second Blast every 30 seconds (range of 2 nmi (3.7 km))

The South Stack Lighthouse has warned passing ships of the treacherous rocks below since its completion in 1809. The 28 m (91 ft) lighthouse was designed by Daniel Alexander and the main light is visible to passing vessels for 28 miles, and was designed to allow safe passage for ships on the treacherous Dublin - Holyhead - Liverpool sea route. It provides the first beacon along the northern coast of Anglesey for east-bound ships. It is followed by lighthouses, fog horns and other markers at North Stack, Holyhead breakwater, The Skerries, the Mice and at the north-east tip of the island Trwyn-Du. The lighthouse is operated remotely by Trinity House. It has been visited by the team at Most Haunted.

Visitors can climb to the top of the lighthouse and tour the engine room and exhibition area. The lighthouse is open seasonally.

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