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What will €300,000 buy in Co Waterford and Balbriggan?

What will €300,000 buy in Co Waterford and Balbriggan?

Irish Times15-07-2025
Country
Ivy House, Ballyduff East, Kilmeaden, Co Waterford
€295,000,
Liberty Blue
This
charming ivy-clad stone house
extends to a substantial 166sq m (1,787sq ft) on more than 10 acres of grounds in the bucolic setting of
Kilmeaden
. The four-bedroom period home is understood to have been built in the 1870s and is accompanied by a large stone outbuilding and an attached garage. The property is likely to appeal to buyers who are up for a renovation – it requires full modernisation inside, a new septic tank and reconnection to an on-site well. It is just a 15-minute drive from
Waterford
city centre. Ber-exempt.
Plus:
Sits on more than 10 acres.
Minus:
Requires full renovation.
8 Mount Rochford Rise, Flemington Lane, Balbriggan, Co Dublin
Town
8 Mount Rochford Rise, Flemington Lane, Balbriggan, Co Dublin
€299,500
,
Sherry FitzGerald Cumisky Kelly
This two-bed, two bathroom midterrace home is in a cul-de-sac in the vibrant north Dublin town of
Balbriggan
. Extending to 85sq m (915sq ft), the property consists of a separate livingroom to the front of the ground floor with a spacious eat-in kitchen to the rear. The kitchen opens out to a low-maintenance paved back garden. There is also a downstairs loo. Upstairs, both bedrooms are good-sized doubles. The property is a 20-minute walk from the town, while train services from Balbriggan station reach Connolly in about 45 minutes. Ber C1.
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Plus:
Walking distance from the town.
Minus:
Kitchen would benefit from a cosmetic refresh.
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