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I've been out and about over the last few weeks - deftly dodging the weather and avoiding reality as much as possible. When the going gets tough - I climb the Panorama. The light there brings out the joy hiding in the gloom.


 

I have spent many wonderful hours in the lovely village of Bodfari - and not just eating and drinking in the Dinorben Arms. Turn a corner and there's something interesting, oh yes. But some 200 years ago, the Chwiler Gap through the Clwydians was often busy with excited Antiquarians looking for the lost Roman station of Varis - all because the antiquarian, historian, topographer and (apparently) herald, William Camden thought Bodfari and Varis were etymologically similar (they're not). And then, Richard Fenton heard of a collection of urns being found at Pontruffydd and we were off - more antiquarians roaming the gap than could be found in a pipe smoke fogged, pamphlet littered London coffee shop.


I have visted often, knowing full well that Varis is probably beneath St Aspah Cathedral, but not minding much, since I love the place. I last ventured into the gap a couple of weeks ago, during the floods. There was once a massive standing stone here - blown up a couple of centuries ago. Apparently, some of the stone of the menhir is still visible in the hedges. My glasses had misted up by the time I turned my attention from the watery tumult of the Afon Clwyd - I swam back to the car.


Somewhere here, a number of Bronze Age cremations were found and apprently reburied


We can forgive Camden, I think for getting excited and placing Varis at Bodfari - it makes a sort of sense, given it's superb placement in the Chwiler Gap. Bless him, he made the leap to placing the Roman station on Moel y Gaer. Mistaken of course, but you know, easily done. No, Moel y Gaer Bodfari is a hillfort, of course, and a pretty special one at that. It can only have been built here to control the gap - Penycloddiau over the ways a while is just to far to do so. It's not particularly high, though my huffing and puffing up the steep western flanks would have gulled you into thinking otherwise. The views when reaching the summit are something quite special - try telling me that didn't impress our ancient ancestors.



A view south towards the glorious Clwydians


We take the availability of fresh water for granted - though recently we have had cause to consider this afresh, given, in my opinion the disgraceful rapaciousness and frankly amoral behaviour of the privatised water companies, in putting dividends before the health of our rivers. But consider the miracle of fresh water flowing from the ground - think on how that must have seemed to the peoples of the past. It was with this in mind that I watched, in quiet wonder, the freely flowing, bubbling spring of Ffynnon y Garreg. I visited after the heavy recent rains, and lord how it ran.



The rains had been heavy and Ffynnon y Garreg flowed freely


As a child in South Yorkshire, there was a gorge through which the slow moving coal trains rumbled on their way to wherever. The sides of the gorge were almost sheer, but my friends and I often clambered down to what were a series of caves at the base. We filled those caves with all sorts of collected debris and detritus - broken bits of this and that. At the time, the coal trains used to have a guard carriage running at the back, and invariably the fella on duty used to lean out and shout at us that we shouldn't be risking ourselves on the line. Fair play to him - my parents would have killed me had they found out. I were only seven, if that. When I first visited the Talacre Hall Grotto, and explored the 'caves' I was reminded of those days in Maltby.


If visiting, be careful - it can be dangerous. There are any number of ways you can fall foul of the site.



The solemn cyclops ~ hiden in shadow


Site Visits


I have been out and about - snatching a few hours between storms and snowfall. And every visit has been delightful, and wonderful and a chin lifting experience - whatever the weather. And I've managed to visit many places - some old friends, some new. I've visted a couple of places in the company of Red Dragon Ventures - Dave's a mate of mine. You'll be seeing some of these places in articles in the near future.



The Prayer House of Gwerfil the Red. Wowsers - get your head round that then. Up in the middle of a wonderful nowhere, Betws GC is just the sort of place that makes me want put the house on the market and disappear to. Its time to rewrite some of the articles on this little gem. I've never been able to get in the church - there's a bat colony in there. I don't mind - the bats are welcome.



St Mary's at Bewts Gwerfil Goch ~ the last of the apples


It's a bit of an effort to find - which is pleasing. You won't find the 'Table of the Three Lords' on any OS map. But it's there, by the roadside, a recycled prehistoric dolmen, rendered into a boundary stone, marking the joining of the lands of Glyndyfrdwy Iâl and Rhug - you can still see the faint traces of a R on the stone. This is Owain Glyndŵr (Glyndyfrdwy) country, and it was here that the slights of Reginald de Grey (Iâl) and Henry IV became too much bear, causing the Revolt which consumed much of Wales and the Borders of England for over a decade. Act accordingly.



The Table of the Three Lords - once a prehistoric dolmen

Castell Dinas Bran ~ Llangollen.


You didn't think I'd miss Castell Dinas Bran in the recent snowfall, did you? I ventured out early, wrapped up against the cold. I've visited the Alps on many occasions and had my eyes and heart widened by my presence closer to the heavens than earth, but that climb up the hill, through a blizzard and in an intense cold, brought me close to Grace. The snow had made the castle grounds almost smooth - I had to remember the lay-out of the place to avoid disappearing into this trench or that ditch. I steamed my way around the castle and laughed while I was doing it. I would be less for the absence of Dinas Bran.



Castell Dinas Bran

The Duke of Lancaster ~ Llannerch-y-môr


Full disclosure - my mother visited and I took her to the wool shop at Abakhan, taking the opportunity to slip away and visit the Duke. Still there, still rusting away on the Flintshire coast.



The Duke of Lancaster ~ Llanerch-y-mor


Erddig ~ Wrexham


Have I mentioned my mate, Dave? Yes, course I have. Founder of Red Dragon Ventures, we often venture out together, looking for interesting things to gape at. We went to Erddig to do a circuit in preparation for some work he does with schools. It were great - the Cup and Saucer, the old motte and bailey of Wristleham. Tops.



The motte of Wristleham Castle ~ Wrexham


There can few more disturbing traditions as that of Penglogau - the fixing of the skull of a sheep to the door of a young woman who had the apparent temerity of spurning the advances of her would-be suitor. Elias Owen tells the tale of a young man who, on the way home from fixing penglogau was confronted by a giant phantom crossing the River Clwyd. Seems fair to me. Anyways, I went looking for the bridge upon which the phantom was seen - I think I may have found it, but then maybe I didn't.



Penglogau ~ Clocaenog Forest

Nant y Ffrith ~ Flintshire/Wrexham


It had rained for days, but no mind, I ventured down to the Nant y Ffrith with Dave - you know Dave. It's becoming known again for its caves, but that was for another day. We were taken with the woods - a Forestry Commission conifer plantation and an assuredly eerie thing, in truth, but also the huge, moss covered rocks overlooking the steep sweep to the angry little stream beneath.



Nant y Ffrith

The Panorama ~ Llangollen


I've been walking the Panorama for over 20 years, I reckon. Hopefully, I'll be walking it for 20 more. When I'm gone, I'll be there until the Sun expires.



The Panorama

Pennant Melangell ~ Powys


The We and I went down the Tanat Valley on a whim. Not sure what possessed us, but to say we were grateful would be an understatement. We are becoming used to seeing red kites now - they have breached the Berwyn Wall and are in the Vale of Llangollen in some force now. But Lord - in the Tanat Valley they were everywhere. Along with buzzards, kestrels and herons. We were here to visit the shrine of St Melangell. We weren't the only ones.



Pilgrim at St Melangell's Shrine

The River Dee Company ~ Ffynnongroyw


The We's nain used to live in Ffynnongroyw, and she has happy memories of playing on the foreshore. We visit often, usually on our way to Talacre. Ffynnongroyw has been described as unlovely, which seems a terrible thing to say about a place. No call for that. It reminds the We of her nain. It reminds me of Bridlington South Sands. The We has no bad memories of her nain, and I have none of Bridlington. The stone marker here is the only known remains of the River Dee Company's holdings at the estuary. Forlorn and worn, it embraced the weather wonderfully.



The River Dee Stone ~ marked RDC, the date 1785 and possibly the initials NH

Y Garden Hillfort ~ Ruabon


The We and I moved to Ruabon when we married and I've always had a soft spot for the place. A two up, two down little new build. On moving in, a neighbour congratulated us on choosing Bryn Street. 'You've got an old peoples home here and an undertaker opposite,' he says. Happy days. There's not much to say about the hillfort, which is just dandy as far as I'm concerned - little excavation has taken place. It'll have its time, no doubt.



A twist of two oaks at Y Garden

St Collen's ~ Llangollen


I ventured into Llangollen to pick up some coffee but as usual ended up having a wander. The Church was open - they were putting up the the Christmas Tree. The workies apologised for the hustle and bustle. There was no need. I love the roof (or is it ceiling?) - its a Welsh wonder. They're looking to raise funds for its repair. Click here to be a Welsh wonder yourself.



The roof of St Collen's ~ hammerbeam splendour

Church of St Mary's ~ Derwen


I sometimes read through my earlier articles and gringe into a many angled thing. I visited St Mary's again, to study the wonder that is the Churchyard Cross and have a look in the church. Honestly, I love St Mary's, as empty and wearied as it is. The rood loft, the organ, and the memorials. I take my time with the memorials - I read them all. It's what I'm there for, after all, to remember those gone.



The simple beauty of St Mary's at Derwen

The Graveyard at St Tysilo's ~ Llantysilio


By rights, the graveyard ought to have it's own dedicated page, and I'll get to that I fancy. But until then, it's worth having a browse through all the pages on Llantysilio on the site. The graveyard has many tales to tell, and most seem to be focused on the owners of Llantysilio Hall. You'll find them here - in the grounds of St Tysilio. You might find me there - I'll be the one with the flask and wearing my Wrexham AFC bobble hat.



The churchyard at St Tysilio's

The Rood of Grace ~ Corpus Christi, Tremeirchion


Of miracles, it was said to have no compare, save the Gwenfrewi's shrine at Holywell. The Rood of Grace was the subject of a lenghty ode by a bard with a similarly lenghty name, Gruffydd ap Ieun ap Llywelyn Vychau, but which Ellis Owen refused to translate. It was sold off by the church authorities in the 19th century to pay for new lighting, and Owen was incensed - they apprently scurried away from the angry vicar of Efenechtyd and his questions. I can't imagine Ellis Owen being angry - it doesn't fit.



The ubiquitous crucifixion ~ a staple of churchyard crosses.

Other Matters Arising


The We bought me a camera for my birthday in the Spring - a proper one, like. The kind of camera for which the lenses cost twice as much as the body - a proper one. It's taken a while, but I know now that if someone had put a camera in my hand when I were 12 and told me to go out and take pictures, my life would have been different. Digital photography is creative democracy - film was unforgiving and expensive. It's easy to look back and think to yourself that different is better - but that way madness lies. As much as I love the past, I love the future more - a source of present pain but not a little hope.


Anyway, to cut a short story long, I've started to build something of a portfolio of photographs, and I'd love your opinion. You can also purchase a print or two for a couple of quid each - you could even order a print for a loved one for Christmas. Yes, I know you could lift the pictures from the web and be away with them, but you might want to support an Efrog with two dodgy knees and wide eyes. I may not have had a nice camera when I was 12 - but this 54 year old has one now, and I'm ready to make up for lost time.


Anyways, have a look and tell me what you think.



Also, I'm going to repeat this here - the Just Giving page of Suzanne Evans who is collecting for the repair of the roof of St Collen's. At the time of writing, she had raised 13% of the £20000 needed to ensure this 16th century Welsh wonder is preserved - for the future, for me, for you.



We'll speak again before Christmas, but should you be too busy to lean into the whimsy of this Efrog...


Nadolig Llawen to you all.



Llangollen - Winter

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Leeswood Hall Dovecote ~ Leeswood, Flintshire


I love dovecotes. They are curious things to come across in the landscape. Quirky little buildings, built to provide year long supplies of pigeon to the great and the good. Their heyday came to an end with the advent of modern argricultural methods which provided fresh meat throughout the year. But these buildings, which whle conforming to a number of architectural norms, almost always have a bit of weirdness to them which make them a pleasure to study. The Leeswood Hall Dovecote dates to the 18th century and has fallen into ruin, but its still a delight to visit.





I stumbled across this curious and somewhat disconcerting bit of evidence of our Cold War history a little while ago. The Royal Observor Corp (ROC) underground monitoring post in Llangollen was the master unit for a group of three posts (the other two are at Ruthin and Brymbo in Wrexham), built to house one or two soldiers, buried in the earth and tasked in quantifying the devastation of a nuclear attack. The post at Llangollen has sent me stumbling towards an attempt to visit all the many, many UMP's in Clwyd. It will take some time.




Tŷ Castell ~ Nercwys, Flintshire


It was naughty of me of course, but I'd sort folded the pretty little village of Nercwys into a sort of wider Mold. As I say, naughty. But I visited the curiousity that is Tŷ Castell - a folly, but lately a palatial cowshed. There, in a field, in Nercwys. That's ace, that is.




The Pillar of Eliseg ~ Llantysilio/Llangollen, Denbighshire (Revised)


It was one of the first articles I wrote for this website, back in 2017 or thereabouts. But it was basic and rudimentary and all the more awful for it, since the Pillar of Eliseg is a wonder. It was high time I rewrote the article, attempting to credit this ancient cross with the awe it deserved. You'll have to let me know if I succeeded.





St Winefride's Holy Well & Shrine ~ Holywell, Flintshire (Revised)


I tend to like my holy wells to be quiet places, in the out of the way places. This of course, takes no account for how actually popular they were in they hey day. But, I adore St Winefrede's Well in Holywell, Treffynnon. No other place in the British Isles has a long an unbroken tradition of pilgrimmage as here. I must admit to being a little apprehensive on my first visit, but there was no need to have been. It is a splendid site, and so very rewarding.





Site Visits


Given the weather, its been a surprisingly productive few months of visits. I would have liked to have seen and investigated more, but hey ho. I begun to become a little bit obsessed by the cold war monitoring posts dotted about our area, spurred on by the discovery of the Llangollen post. They will be coming thick and fast over the next couple of months, I fancy. I and the We managed to get about the county, and hopefully you'll be seeing some of these visits written up as articles in the near future - or perhaps revised.


The Capel Garmon Chambered Tomb ~ Capel Garmon, Conwy


Yes, I know its a little bit out of my current remit, but its just a matter of time, you know. And the chambered tomb at Capel Garmon is brilliant. A rare cotswold-severn chambered tomb overlooking Snowdonia to the west and the rest of the world elsewhere.




St Garmon's Well ~ Llanarmon-yn-Iâl, Denbighshire


I went to have another look for St Garmon's Well. I was frustrated. I know it's there somewhere - probably within the hedges. The OS map is certain - but there are doubts. Still, maybe, possibly, I came across its source.




Tomen y Faedre ~ Llanarmon-yn-Iâl, Denbighshire


I made the mistake of visiting Tomen y Faedre in a thunderstorm. Still, it had to be done. The article needs a complete rewrite. Fascinating place, but curiously little is actually known about it. Better be about it, then.




The Penrhos Engine House ~ Brymbo, Wrexham


I think this might be the oldest remaining engine shed in Britain you know. I can't tell you how many times I've driven past this place without visiting, but I managed it. And it was worth it, esepcially given the momentum Stori Brymbo seems to be building at the moment. To that end, I'm going to attend a talk on 'Iron Mad' Wilkinson on Wednesday 9th October 2024 - all are welcome.




The Underground Monitoring Post ~ Brymbo, Wrexham


...and it seemed silly not to visit the UMP at Brymbo, especially since it is, in fact almost adjacent to the Penrhos Engine Shed. This was part of the 'triangle' of posts, of which the Llangollen UMP was the master. The other is at Ruthin, and will shortly be getting a visitor - as long as it isn't in someone's back garden.




Ffynnon Ddeier ~ Bodfari, Denbighshire


I'm not entirely unhappy with the article I originally wrote some years ago, but I might have a pass at it. Still, the We and I visited in order to see if I could take a few more photos. Still there, still strangely underwhelming for a site so very important.




Moel y Gaer Bodfari ~ Denbighshire


Before I get to rewriting my article on Penycloddiau, I need to complete the Clwydian set - an article on Moel y Gaer Bodfari is well overdue. And its a delight to visit. The We and I visited many years ago, with the kids before they got big and otherwise engaged, and I have fond memories of them on a rope swing. I couldn't find the swing, otherwise I'd have been on it...




St Michael & All Angels ~ Efenechtyd, Denbighshire


And I couldn't help myself. I was near enough. I favourite, bestest place. There were flowers on the knocker, and they've moved the Maen Camp from beneath a pew. All the better for that.





 


Other Matters Arising


I really ought to start making some money from this time swallowing obsession of mine - especially since I'd love to be doing this for a living. Imagine that - the freedom just to wander, wonder and write about Curious Clwyd for the rest of my life. But the mortgage needs paying. I've sort of given up on the Shop business - it wasn't making any real money, and I'm not very good at all this, you know. So, I've created a Picfair account, and intend on selling my photographs and such like on their platform. Apparently, you can still turn these pictures into prints and the like if you wish. If you're interested, the link is below. You'll recognise a few of the pictures, I'm sure.



And on that bombshell, I have long wished to take small parties of the interested to these places I visit, write about and photograph. So, I've decided to start a little business - a guiding business, sharing my love of these wonderful places with you wonderful people. They asked me for a business plan - I told them I wanted visitors to become locals. They liked that. The plans are still in their infancy, but I'll keep you informed...


I'm bored with Linotype Didot ~ it feels a little twee to me. So, I shall be switching over to EB Garamond. Yes, I like it very much. Of course, I may change my mind...So little time, so many fonts.



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Ffynnon Cilhaul ~ Cwm, Denbighshire


I suppose the miracles of a well are assigned to this saint or that because, well, they're seen as miraculous. All manner of ailments were healed by the waters of these wonders - from sprains to death. Miracles. But what can be forgotten in this ecstasy of religious devotion, is just how important a source of clean, fresh water was to a community. Fynnon Cilhaul is a bit of a mystery, since its older name - Lecki, would seem to indicate the dedication to a barely remmbered saint. But its more recent name (and by recent, I'm still talking of centuries), Cilhaul, means more to me, since it would seem to reflect its position, hidden away beneath a greedy canopy of trees, rarely meeting the rays of the sun.





The Groes Onnen Windmill ~ Holywell, Flintshire


I think it's a shame that we often assume that the past is always a more primitive place. Those that call for a return to the ways of the past, are seen as 'hippies', and dismissed as cranks. I don't know why everything has to be a zero-sum game. There are aspects of the past which we would be madness to return to, however much the knuckle draggers roaming the streets as I write this would wish us to. But there are other qualities in the past which which can help us, inform us, and perhaps which we should be striving to return to. It's barely mentioned that our use of 'renewable energies' really is simply a return to wind and water power. We call them 'renewable' as if we are a bit embarressed about that, but it's true. At Groes Onnen in Holywell, you can see one of the very few windmills in Wales which remains standing to its original height.





The Hooded Tomb of Piers Mostyn ~ Llanasa, Flintshire


I do like a hooded tomb. The grave of Piers Mostyn, he of the Talacre, Catholic Mostyns, is largely ruined - its hood long gone, leaving only the iron fixings. But his heraldry still remains, worked into the southern wall of the parish church of St Asaph and St Cyndeyrn. There's enough there to make merry with my imagination, wondering as to its original splendour.




I've updated the Collections page to included the Wells of Clwyd, holy or otherwise. There are plenty more to research, visit and write about, but its a handy little way of accessing those wells I've so far visited.



 


Revised Articles


I continue to be careful to be aware of new information and research on those sites I've already visited and written about. It's fascinating just how much can change - usually with an archaeological dig, a find, or the discovery of a lost manuscript. Sometimes the articles need just a tweek, sometimes a rewrite. Sometimes, its just the use of new photographs to better show the site.


Eliseg's Pillar


I'm currently rewriting my article on the Pillar of Eliseg. Goodness, it needs it. I can't tell you how often I've meant to, but it's a little intimidating. It's importance seems to grow with every article I read. It's going to take a while.





Site Visits


Will the rain ever stop? Well, it did, but as it happens I was in the Lake District. This was fabulous, of course, but I couldn't help thinking of all the places I would have liked to visit in my beloved Clwyd. Ah well, that's the rub - one must play to the wind, after all. I was able to get out to a few sites, however.


Llandelian ~ Denbighshire


I am painfully aware that I have not written any articles on this pretty little village. I often stop here with the We and have a drink in the Leyland Arms. There has never been a time that I have visited when the sun wasn't cracking the flags. I think it might have its own climate. Well, there's work to be done here, and I've a mind to do it over the summer.



Velvet Hill ~ Llangollen/Llantysilio, Denbighshire


The We and I went for a walk on Coed Hyrddyn. I was looking to add to my article on St Collen and the Fairy Court (see above). We strayed from the path and ended up having to beat our way through a forest of ferns to make our way back to base camp (The Britannia Inn). I was ecstatic - the We less so.




Nantclwyd y Dre ~ Ruthin, Denbighshire


Just a wonderful place. A genuine gem. A medieval town house (hence the name), steeped in and oozing its history from every nook and cranny. This place is due a serious rewrite - it's in hand.




Basingwerk Abbey ~ Holywell, Flintshire


When I first arrived in North East Wales, Basingwerk was one of the first places I visited. I had spent my early years clambering over the walls (yes, I know, I shouldn't of - but I was very young) of Roche Abbey in South Yorkshire. Abbeys have always been an important to me - especially those that have yet to be heavily tarted up, like. Hence, Basingwerk was one of the first sites in Flintshire that I wrote about. It is time for some considerable work.




Lake District ~ Cumbria


I know, it's not in Clwyd, but its seems rude not to mention the Lake District. And at times, in wandering the hills, it was very much like being in Denbighshire to be honest - just with more Celtic crosses, it seems.




Other Matters Arising


For those who have subscribed to my newsletter, the next edition is due to be sent on Sunday, August 11th. If you haven't yet, but wish to subscribe, you can do so my popping your email address in the box thingy at the bottom of the Home page. Its basically the ramblings of a middle aged Efrog with one dodgy knee.


I'm also updating the Shop with some more prints and just generally having a sort out. I have an Etsy page, which I'm sure I'll get round to organising very soon. Anyways, feel free to have a look. First class postage is free in the UK. If there are any images on the site you'd like rendered into a print - let me know, I'll make it happen.


Bloeddio clustiau mawr!

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