After a long absence, Marsh Harriers are once again resident (and breeding) on the Gwent Levels.

Using the 1881 census and contemporary historical sources, the History RATS have produced a series of portraits of parishes on the Levels in the late 19th century.

History RATS Glyn Parkhouse recounts the story of the coming of the railway to the Gwent Levels.

History RATS Marjorie Neal recounts the history of Caerphilly cheese making on the Wentlooge Levels.

Tony Hopkins, former county archivist at Gwent Archives and one of our History RATS, considers the effects of Henry VIII’s policies on Monmouthshire and the Gwent Levels.

Local farmer and member of the History RATS, David Waters, whose family have lived on the Levels since the 1600s, shares his memories of living and working alongside Monk’s Ditch.

History RAT Penny Gregson charts the history of nonconformism on the Wentlooge Level.

History RAT, Tony Pickup, tells the story of the struggle to maintain the sea wall protecting the Levels during the 19th Century and the historic piece of legislation that solved the problem.

The Wales Coast Path is a long distance footpath that begins (or ends) in Chepstow and follows the coast of Wales for 870 miles (1400km) to Queensferry in Flintshire.

The year 2021 marks the one hundred and twenty-fifth anniversary of the tragic death of fourteen-year-old Louisa Maud Evans.

Step back in time at the National Roman Legion Museum and explore life in a far-flung outpost of the mighty Roman Empire.

Parc Tredelerch (Tredelerch Park) is an area of parkland next to the Rhymney River on the east side of Cardiff.

Churches have been at the heart of life on the Levels for much of the last thousand years.

In 2002, during construction of the Newport Riverfront Arts Centre on the west bank of the River Usk, the remains of a 15th century ship were discovered.

People have been fishing along the coastline of the Gwent Levels and in the waters of the Severn Estuary for thousands of years.

History RAT, Marion Sweeney, explores the history of pylons; an intrusive eyesore, or a thing of elegant beauty?