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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 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.

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.

DD/DM/1113- Llun o Fangor o’r dyddiadur gwreiddiol ‘Dau gant a hanner o filltiroedd trwy Gogledd Cymru’

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.

Linc i bapurau Ystad y Faenol- Archifau Cymru