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Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 4, Rhan 3

Mehefin 30, 2011

Mae Ffestiniog yn cael ei ddisgrifio fel ‘lle glân a dymunol, yn uchel eu amgylchedd gyda golygfeydd dymunol’.  Mae nhw’n ymweld â’r chwareli llechi gan ddisgrifio’r lle fel ‘bwrlwm o ddiwydiant’.

'The Welsh Pony'- Lein Fach Rheilffordd Ffestiniog

DD/DM/1113- Llun o 'The Welsh Pony', Lein Fach Rheilffordd Ffestiniog, o'r dyddiadur gwreiddiol 'Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru'

Festiniog [Ffestiniog] is a nice clean looking place, it stands in an elevated position and is surrounded by much charming scenery, there is very little to be seen there except the water falls and views of the dales and mountains in the neighbourhood.  In this neighbourhood there is a narrow gauge railway, the engines are so small they are called Welsh ponies.  After staying at the Hotel about an hour we started by the lower road opposite the Hotel for Blaenau Festiniog which is only a few miles distant.  We soon pass Pengwern and Manod, there is nothing very attractive in the drive, we found Blaenau Festiniog a much larger place than Festiniog, in fact one of the largest places we had passed through. The chief occupation of the inhabitants is slate quarrying.

One of the quarrys is known as the Palmerston Quarry, the quarries employ about six thousand men and boys, and give the place quite the appearance of a hive of industry.  We saw mountain after mountain of slate with miniature railways drawing the trucks by rope here, there and everywhere, up and down the hillside.  We pass a reservoir and soon get to a large hill where we are met by boys desiring to sell us Crystals. Here, again the light weight members of the party dismount, the heavy weight riding when we get to the top of the hill. We come to some very wild looking moor land entirely bare of trees and covered with heather rock and grass, we proceed on in this wild country, mile after mile, past thousands of sheep grazing on the moors and at last we come in sight of the River Lledr where there is excellent fishing.  We pass the Roman Bridge Railway Station as Great Britain could produce, on past Penrhiw and come in sight of an Old Castle, which we found to be Dolwyddelan Castle. It is perched on a small height some yards form the road, there is now only a square tower and part of an old wall which looks quite perfect having been repaired some years ago.  The stronghold formerly occupied the entire summit on which it is built, it was never very large, it is said to have been the birthplace of Llewellyn the Great and it was also the last stronghold in Wales the resisted Edward the first.

Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 4, Rhan 2

Mehefin 23, 2011

Mae’r criw yn parhau tuag at Blaenau Ffestiniog gan ddisgrifio’r daith a’r golygfeydd ar y ffordd.  Mae nhw’n cyrraedd Gwesty’r Abbey Arms am 11.40.

Gwesty'r Pengwern Arms

DD/DM/1113- Llun o Gwesty'r Pengwern Arms, o'r dyddiadur gwreiddiol 'Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru'

A little further on the mountains appeared in front.  Glyn a residence of Lord Harlech is on the right, a little distance from the road stands the village of Llanfihangel y Traethan where there is an old Church built in the twelfth century, five miles from Harlech, to our left the Hamlet of Tal y Sarnau is passed, one  mile further through a toll gate the road winds between low rocky hills and brings us to the side of the estuary of  Traeth Bach just where it narrows and becomes known as the River Dwyryd which descends from Maentwrog. As we proceed by the side the river, the Manod mountains and the Maentwrog and Festiniog villages appear about one mile before arriving at Maentwrog a brook is crossed which issues from a glen on the right.   Up this dell is a cataract known as Rhaiadr Ddu or Black cataract where the water flows over rocks for a few feet into a deep wooded dell, a little higher up the dell is the Raven fall where the scenery is of a wilder character, returning to the road the Valley becomes more beautiful at every step.  The river flowing through the meadows with hills on either side the lower slopes of which are wooded and above on the north peers the rugged height of Moelwyn.  We get a good view first of the Dog Kennels and then of Oakley House which is a prominent object standing on high ground in the midst of woods on the opposite side of the river, we enter Maentwrog and find it a pleasant village at the head of the finest reach of the Vale.

On the south bank of the river at the base of a low hill partly clothed with timber where the little Church is half hid by yew trees. We pass on over an Ivy mantled bridge where a stream issues from a densely wooded dingle on our right. We come to two cross roads, here we enquire from a boy the way to Festiniog he directs us to the right;  we also enquire from an old man, he not understanding English looks at us in wonderment, the boy comes up, the two chatter together in Welsh and we finally take the road to the right.  The lower road bends to the left and runs up the Vale to Blaenau Festiniog we have then to go up a very steep hill which necessitates our getting out and walking.  On looking back from this hill we get a most lovely view of the water and Valley, many hundred feet below us lies the fairy looking vale of Maentwrog with its winding river encircled by well wooded hills and crowned with the bare rocks of the still higher mountains and stretching in the direction of Trawsfynnydd.  We soon pass the Pengwern Arms Hotel and on our left and arrive at Festiniog at 20 to 12, having had very little rain after leaving Harlech.  We passed through a delightful country, at times we had the water in the lake on our left whilst high above us on the rocks were thousands of sheep, some standing on pieces of jutting rock on which it seemed almost impossible for anything living to gain a footing.  We put up at the Abbey Arms Hotel kept by a very nice old lady, who was very obliging, here we partook of anything that come to the net (mouth) and got into conversation with a tourist from London, who gave us some hints as to the best road to take for the next stage of our journey.