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The Annual Walk (1)

Today was the first day of the annual walk (well, most years).   This year, we’re doing the Llyn Peninsula from Criccieth round to Nefyn, having walked most of the coast of Wales, including the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path, Cardigan Bay and, most recently, Machynlleth to Portmadoc.   The first stretch was along the shore from Criccieth to Pwllheli looking out to Harlech and Cardigan Bay, then on to Llanbedrog after lunch, a distance of 15 and a half miles.   This was the view from Criccieth:-

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A curious modernist villa on the outskirts was nominated for this year’s RIBA awards:-

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Criccieth

We spent a windswept afternoon in Criccieth enjoying the fact that Clough Williams-Ellis’s perfectly modernist 1948 pavilion on the sea front where Billy Butlin brought his customers has now been turned into a smart Maine-style restaurant:-

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Llandegai

I wanted to see the Westmacott monument to the first Lord Penrhyn and his wife which is in the village church outside the gates of Penrhyn Castle.   But the church was closed (Wednesdays and Saturdays only):-

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Plas Cadnant (2)

I’ve been asked for more information about Plas Cadnant, the magical garden on a hill just outside Menai Bridge.   It was originally laid out by someone called John Price in the early nineteenth century (he was Sheriff in 1818).   The head gardener, Thomas Williams, went on to work for the Earl of Crawford and Balcarres and bequeathed his plant collection to Southport Botanic Society.   In 1996, it was bought by Anthony Tavernor, a Cheshire farmer who is clearly passionate about plants and resurrected the old Walled Garden and hidden valley.   We came back in the sun:-

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M. Jones a’i Fab

No visit to Anglesey is complete without a trip to see Merfyn and Trish Jones who run the nicest antique shop in the world on Beaumaris High Street.   He’s got another shop two doors down which is not open to the passing visitor, full of rural Welsh crafts, including the slate ornaments made when the slate workers were on strike:-

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Penmon Priory

We went on our annual visit to Penmon to see the lighthouse and eat a bacon bap at the Pilot Café.   We stopped at St. Seiriol to admire the Romanesque church first established by King Einion in the early sixth century and re-established as an Augustinian Priory in the 1220s.   It’s satisfyingly simple, on the edge of the Straits, with the Prior’s House still occupied, but not by a Prior, next door:-

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Owen Chadwick (2)

I realise that I haven’t done justice to my memories of Owen Chadwick.   I first met him as a child when he and his three brothers rented a prep school on the banks of Lake Windermere:  Sir John, the ambassador;  Henry, the theologian;  and Martin, the high church priest.   I encountered him over the Weetabix.   At Cambridge, I remember meeting him in Bowes and Bowes, where he was doing some research to answer a letter of bibliographical enquiry, and in the Rare Books Room of the University Library, where he would work in the mornings.   I find it hard even now to work out whether he was worldly – he after all held innumerable worldly positions, including Presidency of the British Academy and Chancellor of the University of East Anglia – or deeply and admirably unworldly – an attempt to get Alfred Hitchcock an honorary degree was scotched by Owen who apparently didn’t know who Alfred Hitchcock was.

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St. Peulan, Llanbeulan

The church at Llanbeulan is, like Tal-y-llyn, looked after by the the Friends of Friendless Churches.   Like Tal-y-llyn, it’s remote, reached by a track across fields, although the illusion of rurality is broken by the proximity of pylons:-

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St. Mary, Tal-y-llyn

I discovered the church of St. Mary, Tal-y-llin in the Shell Guide’s entry for Aberffraw.   It’s actually on a deserted road about three miles north- north-east of Aberffraw unmarked by the Ordnance Survey.   It’s a magical place, looked after by the Friends of Friendless Churches and miraculously open, not just to visitors, but to the fields.   Empty of any paraphernalia except a deep and rural piety:-

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Clwyd Theatr

We went to see a film version of The Rape of Lucretia in the Clwyd Theatr far on the outskirts of Mold.   It was slightly surreal watching Fiona Shaw’s wonderful production of Benjamin Britten’s opera about the battle between the Romans and Etruscans in a 1960s municipal cinema where people were having a picnic outside as if it was Glyndebourne itself.

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