Posts Tagged ‘Llandudno’

Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 8, Rhan 1

Medi 22, 2011

Mae nhw’n disgrifio Llandudno fel ‘lle hyfryd iawn…heb ei guro gan unrhyw ddyfrle yn y Deyrnas, o ran harddwch ei safle a’i gyfraniadau sef traeth tywodlyd, glan greigiog a chlogwyni eang uchel’.  Mae’r merched yn teithio i’r Rhyl ar y cwch pleser ‘Cambrian Bonny Princess’.  Mae’r dynion yn gadael Llandudno ar y wagonét, wrth i’r tywydd droi’n anymunol wlyb ac annifyr.

Gogarth Abbey Hotel & Hydro

DD/DM/1113- Hysbyseb o'r 'Gogarth Abbey Hotel and Hydro', o'r dyddiadur gwreiddiol 'Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru'

Eighth Day

Monday 22nd September 1890

Llandudno toColwynBay, Abergele and Rhyl

We are again awoke by the squawkers in an adjoining room and after breakfast prepare to bid goodbye to Llandudno.  It is a very delightful place which is I believe unsurpassed by any watering place in the Kingdom, both for it’s beauty of situation and its contributories of sandy beach, rocky shore and broad towering cliffs, also for its sea and mountain views.  Handsome terraces front the sea in a long curving line in their rear, Mostyn Street a wide street of shops cannot be excelled, an iron pier extends far out into the bay, and near the pier a fine pavilion, has been erected for concerts etc.  A broad esplanade a mile long follows the curve of the beach, on the esplanade the Queen of Romania has extensive apartments at the Marine Hotel.  She has been staying here some months, and made herself very popular with the Welsh people.

At 9.15 once more ready and off to Rhyl, this time under different conditions, our wives having decided to stay until one o’clock and have there by the pleasure boat Cambrian Bonnie Princess, Ellis and myself proceed along the promenade, when the rain coming on makes it very unpleasant.  We proceed on towards the “New Hydro” when we meet “Uncle Arthur” screwed up under an umbrella on the top of an omnibus; having plenty of room we turn back to the “Old Hydro” and pick up a friend of his Miss Selby who accompanies us on the journey.  The weather was miserably wet and unpleasant, under the circumstances “Uncle” done the amiable and made her as jolly as possible.  Our turning back somewhat delayed us, but we made up for the delay.  We soon pass the “New Hydro” where the gentlemen are very busy playing lawn tennis.

Mae cofnodion sy’n ymwneud a Llandudno yn cael eu dal gan Wasanaeth Archifau Conwy.  Mae mwy o wybodaeth am eu daliadau ar gael ar

Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 7, Rhan 2

Medi 15, 2011

Mae’r criw yn parhau â’u taith o gwmpas Pen y Gogarth ac yn disgrifio Eglwys Sant Tudno.

Eglwys Sant Tudno
DD/DM/1113- Llun o Elgwys Sant Tudno, o’r dyddiadur gwreiddiol ‘Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru’

We now pass the toll house gate, a castellated structure of stone, pay the sum of 6d for the wagonette to go past.  Here the marine drive fairly begins the, worn rugged limestone rock, the beating sea birds hundreds of feet below. The long stretch of troubling waters, sparkling in the sunlight, the scene ever changing to fresh beauties, as the road winds up and down and onwards.  There is probably no drive like it or equal to it, for its beauty in the Kingdom.  The broad well made road is protected by a strong parapet in the seaward side as it winds onwards first ascending above the sea and again by gently gradients finding a lower level, curving around huge jutting angles and creeping under towering and seemingly threatening masses of overhanging rock, a wild and fascinating ride throughout. 

When I was in the bay 23 years ago, there was no marine drive the cliffs were the haunts if innumerable wild birds, such as gulls, razorbills, ravens, guillemots, cormorants etc etc.  At one time many of the villagers used to gain their living by collecting the eggs of these birds and selling them, the birds have now nearly all disappeared.  Round the first corner where the roads begin to dip again towards the sea level we pass a footpath leading to the old Church of St Tudno, which stands high above us.  It was erected about the eleventh century, it was long neglected and suffered to fall into decay.  In 1839 the roof was blown in by a terrific storm, it was restored in 1855 by a Birmingham gentleman as a thank offering for the recovery to health of his daughter through staying at Llandudno.  There are also on the head remains of some old cave dwellings, also an old copper mine.  At the extreme point of the promontory, we reach the new lighthouse and telegraph station erected in 1862, it has a light which can be seen 24 miles away, and is 325 feet above the sea level.  The view from this point is exceedingly fine, Puffin Island, Anglesey, Penmon lighthouse and the Menai Straits and Bridges, can be seen on a fine day.  Soon after leaving the lighthouse the whole of Conway Bay lies before us.

Presently the rocky precipices are changed for glass slopes, on our right in the hollows can be seen what remains of the old Abbey of Gogarth, a few bits of wall over hanging the sea.  It is very old as it was known to be a ruin in the reign of Henry the 8th.  We soon pass the toll house which marks the end of the Great Orme proper.  On our right in the field a lot of gipsies are encamped.  We pass on along the Abbey road bordered with private residences, then through the streets to the Crescent drive, and the circuit has been made giving us a splendid appetite for tea.  After tea we sport our figures on the promenade, looking for Uncle Arthur, but as we presume he is mashing elsewhere, return home and meet him on our door steps.  The night is agreeably spent with his funny tales, when he retires for the “Hydro” at the foot of the Little Orme, so once more we retire to rest feeling that we have all benefited by the out.

Mae cofnodion sy’n ymwneud a Llandudno yn cael eu dal gan Wasanaeth Archifau Conwy.  Mae mwy o wybodaeth am eu daliadau ar gael ar

Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 7, Rhan 1

Medi 8, 2011
Mae’r criw yn mynd am dro ar y Pier ac yn cychwyn ar eu taith o gwmpas Pen y Gogarth yn Llandudno, sy’n cael ei ddisgrifio fel ‘cyrchfan yr hen a’r ifanc, yr eiddil a’r cryf”.
Y Gogarth

DD/DM/1113- Llun o Ben y Gogarth, o'r dyddiadur gwreiddiol 'Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru'

Seventh Day

Sunday 21st September 1890

A drive round the Ormes head

We were awoke pretty early by some squawking youngsters in an adjoining room.  After opening the window we tried to buffer the flies out, one of us being stationed in each corner of the room with a newspaper in our hand, knocking them down by scores.  The battle being over we sat down to breakfast, after that we tried a walk, the wind was blowing so strong from the land that the ladies were unable to stand in it, so had to gracefully retire home again under difficulties.

After staying in for an hour or so, I had a stroll on the pier and Happy Valley and on coming home I saw perched on the end of an Omnibus (like a cock sparrow) our old friend “Uncle Arthur” I shouted “Arthur” he looked amazed, not knowing we were at Llandudno.  He dropped off like a two year old, gave my paw a hearty wag and visited “FlyCastle” to see ‘the boss’ who was equally surprised to see him.  Well off he went to dinner, we done ditto and in the afternoon “Tommy” was again ready to take us on the Marine drive round the Great Orme’s head. This drive was constructed on the face of the stupendous cliffs around the head a distance of five miles at a cost of fourteen thousand pounds.  From opposite the new pier the road ascends, we leave the pavilion and Bath Hotel and get to the first spur of Great Orme called Pen y Ddinas.  A few yards further we come to the Happy Valley and it is a broad Green Vale slopping seaward and is protected on 3 sides by the Cliffs of the Great Orme.  All kinds of Games are carried on here, quoits, archery bowls etc etc it is the resort of the old and young, feeble and strong.

Mae cofnodion sy’n ymwneud a Llandudno yn cael eu dal gan Wasanaeth Archifau Conwy.  Mae mwy o wybodaeth am eu daliadau ar gael ar

Dau Gant a Hanner o Filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru: Diwrnod 6, Rhan 4

Medi 1, 2011

Mae’r criw yn cyrraedd Llandudno am 2.15 a dod o hyd i lety gyda Mrs W Lewis yn Gloddaeth Cottages, Bodafon Row.  Mae nhw’n cyfarfod  â ‘phla’ o bryfed, yn gwylio caneris yn perfformio ar y promenâd ac yn prynu llesti o Ystafell Ocsiwn Fell’s.

Gwesty'r Imperial, Llandudno

DD/DM/1113- Llun o Westy'r Imperial, Llandudno, o'r dyddiadur gwreiddiol 'Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru'

We pass over the beautiful bridge to the road, the railway on our right, the Bay on our left, we look back and get a fine view of the Castle and Bridge.  We drive over the rails at Llandudno Junction station, up the hill past Castle Vice Inn, past Mostyn Arms tea gardens and a very pretty Church on our right through the village of Tywyn and the ruins of DeganwyCastle.  This Castle was a Royal residence up to the year 810 when it was destroyed by lightning, it was rebuilt by Hugh Lupus, Earl of Chester, it was again destroyed 460 years later by Llewellyn the Great.  Henry the third with his garrison were once prisoners here.

We arrive in view of Llandudno as we drive on down the road, with the Little Ormes head on our right, and the town ofLlandudnoon our left.  We have a pretty view of the place, eventually arriving there at 2.15.  We put the horse up in the stables behind the Imperial Hotel, and find comfortable apartments close by at the house of Mrs W Lewis, Gloddaeth Cottages, Bodafon Row off Vaughan Street.  Here we find our first misfortune “dear ah me I have lost my umbrella”, first thing I telegraph where I think I had left it, but no go, it must have dropped out of the wagonette as we were travelling, it had gone, gone for ever, so farewell dear old gingham.  Well the next item in the programme was a jolly good tea, all very nice, but we were plagued with a swarm of flies, you could scarcely put a piece of bread to your mouth without meeting a blue bottle on the way.  The plague was dreadful, all through the town it was the same, I never saw anything like it, there were millions. 

After tea we spent some time on the promenade watching some performing Canaries and other birds.  There was a great rush to the edge of the water to see a lady and gentleman land from a small boat, they had been rowing outside the pier, when the oar broke, and they were being carried out to sea.  Fortunately they were seen by the Pier Master, and a boat sent to their rescue, they looked very sheepish when they landed.  We sat down on the beach, and assisted the “Lady Champion duck stone player” (Mrs P J) in a game on the beach.  After that we killed time by visiting the ground where Sequah, a vendor of patent medicines, was accomplished [in] some wonderful cures. The wind being so very high it blew his lamps out and the “performance” had to be abandoned, so we marched off the ground to the fine old tune of “Take me in your arm love and blow the Candle out”, most excellently and harmoniously murdered by Professor Ellis.  There being no places of amusement worth seeing we dodged into Fells Auction room and spent our evening buying Chinaware etc etc that we returned to “FlyCastle” and up to bed.

Mae recordiau yn ymwneud a Conwy, yn cael eu dal gan Wasanaeth Archifau Conwy.  Mae rhagor o wybodaeth ynglyn ac eu daliadau ar gael ar

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

DD/DM/1113- Llun o Pont Britannia o'r dyddiadur gwreiddiol 'Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd drwy Gogledd Cymru'

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.