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Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 6, Rhan 2

Awst 18, 2011

Mae’r criw yn gadael Bangor ac yn disgrifio’r ‘olygfa ardderchog o Gastell Penrhyn yn ei holl harddwch’.  Mae nhw’n teithio drwy Landygai ac Abergwyngregyn gan gyrraedd Llanfairfechan a ddisgrifir fel ‘dyfrfan tlws efo traeth tywodlyd braf’.

Penmaenmawr
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We leave Bangor at 9.30, on our left we get a fine view of Puffin Island (near here the Royal Charter was wrecked), and Beaumaris. Our pleasure here is stopped by a downpour of rain which necessitates stopping to arrange rugs umbrellas etc.  We soon arrive at the park walls of Penrhyn Castle, through a break in the trees we get a glimpse of the Castle.  We pass the splendid Castle gates and then have a lovely drive up a road thick with trees either side, bending over and forming a lovely tower.  We pass on to a second lot of entrance gates, we drive up the hill where we get another fine view of Puffin Island, Beaumaris and the Buckley Monument, and on looking back, get a fine view of Penrhyn Castle in all its beauty.  This Castle is the residence of Lord Penrhyn and is situated in the midst of a thickly timbered park on an eminence overlooking Beaumaris Bay and the entrance to the Straits; it is situated two miles from Bangor Station.  The Park is surrounded by a wall seven miles in circuit, the Castle is a fine modern mansion but built in the old style resembling a Norman stronghold, the great tower or keep being copied from Rochester Castle the interior is richly decorated, and in the inside are all kinds of furniture made of slate from the Penrhyn Quarries, in one of the bedrooms is a four post bedstead made entirely from slate. 

We proceed on a short distance until we get to the model village of Llandegar[Llandegai] with its pretty Church, this is approached by a thick avenue of yews.  We drive through the rain to the charming hamlet of Aber, here there are some splendid waterfalls and glens a little wide to our left is the Railway Station and Bulkeley Arms.  We pass a pretty Church which attracted my special attention, being built of slate stone with white stone facings.  After driving for some few miles and passing a very fine building of Castle like appearance on our left we arrive at Llanfairfechan which is a pretty watering place with a fine sandy beach, it stands out to sea with the Great Ormes head in view on the right.  It was an insignificant village until the late Mr John Platt M. P. from Oldham went to live there, he enlarged Bryn y Neuadd converted it in to an elegant mansion, and made other improvements in the neighbourhood. 

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Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 6, Rhan 1

Awst 11, 2011

Mae’r criw yn treulio gweddill y bore ym Mangor yn ymweld â’r Gadeirlan.  Mae nhw’n disgrifio’r brif stryd ym Mangor a’r golygfeydd tuag Ynys Seiriol a Llandudno.

Pont Britannia

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Sixth Day

Saturday 20th September 1890

Bangor to Aber, Llanfairfechan, Penmaenmawr, Conway and Llandudno.

It had been raining during the night, this had not prevented on the ladies rising early, the excuse for this being that her husband took all the room, she threatened vengeance if he did the same at the next stopping place.  After a good breakfast at our lodgings (where the charges were rather high) we had a walk round Bangor, there is nothing of interest to visitors except the Cathedral, which is of so plain a character as scarcely to deserve a special visit. This Cathedral is a low structure erected in the year 525.  In 1402 it was burnt down in the rebellion of Owen Glyndwr, and remained in ruins for nearly a century, the Choir was built in the Reign of Henry the Seventh, the tower and nave were built in 1532, Owen Gwynedd  Prince of North Wales was buried in 1169.  The heart of Bishop Skeffington was buried here in 1530, his body being buried at Beaulieu in Hampshire.

The houses in the in the main street of the city stand low, and are shut out from any pleasant prospect from the houses.  On the high grounds you get pleasant views across the Menai Straits of the Buckley Monument and a little higher up we have the Menai and Tubular Bridges, and Beaumaris and other places on the Island of Anglesea [Anglesey].  Beaumaris is a pretty little place with a very old ivy clad Castle you also get a good view of PuffinIsland, in the distance Great Ormes head Llandudno.

Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 5, Rhan 4

Awst 4, 2011

Mae’r criw yn gadael Llanberis am 1.30, ac yn anelu am Bangor, gan edmygu’r golygfeydd o Sir Fôn ar y ffordd.  Mae nhw’n gwario’r noson yn Ngwesty Dirwest, Mrs Buckley ar y Stryd Fawr, gan fynd i’r gwelu yn siomedig, nad oeddent wedi parhau ymlaen i Bont Menai.

Bangor
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At 1.30 we are in the Wagonette, and ready for off.  We drive on getting a last view of the fine quarries, and at the end of the lake pass over a bridge, and leave Snowdon behind.  We had decided not to go to Caernarvon [Caernarfon] (where there is nothing of importance to be seen except the old Castle) but to cut across the country lanes and come out at Bangor.  We leave the road to our right and go on through lane after lane, until we pass a Chapel with the word “Glascoed” on it.  We pass on and enquire at an Hotel the way are directed by the very civil and obliging proprietor, to take the road to the right of the old roman camp, which he pointed out some distance away, he also advised us to walk to the top of the camp, for the fine view to be had from there, we took his advice and traversed lane after lane until we got to the camp.  We got out of the Wagonette in order to walk up the hill, this being a quiet spot, Professor Ellis being musically inclined, whistled that good old coachmans ditty “come whistle me driver and your horse will stale”, this was done in such comic style, and tickled Lydia so much that she sank on the bank bursting, when she felt better we walked to the top, there had evidently been a moat round it, from the top we could see the Island of Anglesey whilst on each side wherever we looked we obtained a splendid views which amply repaid us for the trouble. 

We pass on down the lanes and at last drive down a very steep hill overhanging with trees, eventually we come to a railway bridge where we recognise the London and North Western Carriages, this looked like home again, to our left was a rather busy Railway Station when we got on the main road we found the station to our left was Port Dinorwic.  We enquired from an old Welsh woman our way to Bangor, as she could not speak English we had to trust to luck and proceed leaving Port Dinorwic behind us.  We had not gone far before we came to the entrance of a very handsome approach to a carriage drive, the gravel was laid like carpet, not a stone seemed out of place.  On enquiry we found it was the entrance to Vaenol [Vaynol] the residence of G D A Smith Esquire, owner of the Llanberris Quarries.  Past here it commenced to rain, so we made up our minds fro a wet night.  We soon arrived at two roads on was 2 and a half miles to Menai Bridge the other led to Bangor.  We take the Bangor road and come to a large village just on the edge of Bangor.  I think the village was called Gorphwysfa or a name very much like it.

The houses were continuous until we got to Bangor arriving there at 4 o’clock.  We put the horse up at the Albion Hotel and hang ourselves out at Mrs Buckley’s Temperance Hotel, High Street, the rain having cleared away we walk down past the wooden structure where the Welsh National Eisteddfod had lately been held to the ferry where we got no end of solicitations to have a row up the straits or out fishing.  As tea time was getting near we hailed a car and drove back when we done ample justice to an excellent spread.  After tea we stroll about the miserable looking town which still retained mementoes of the visit only a few days previous of the Queen of Romania, across the streets from one side to the other were scrolls containing the words “Long live the Queen of Romania” and other mottoes.  I should think the Queen must have been sadly disappointed at the place.  Our only regret was that we had not turned off for Menai Bridge instead of Bangor, so we went to bed to sleep on our disappointment.

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