Showing posts with label Canal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canal. Show all posts

Friday, 14 August 2020

L - Llanymynech

Don’t step inside a fairy ring.

Because why ? You might disappear ? Get taken by the fairies ? End up in a parallel dimension ?

There is something magical about a ring of toadstools. They are tantalising, irresistible – to step or not to step. It isn’t only toadstool rings that have this fascination for me.

The meridian line at Greenwich, one foot in the western hemisphere, one in the east.

Land borders between states or countries – such a foreign concept growing up in an island nation – always give me a little thrill when crossing those invisible lines.

What was it like for my ancestors living in times where borders moved frequently ? Was it an instant thing ? Was there a schedule ? What was it like to go to bed one night in Somerset and wake up in Devon ?

Nowadays, borders don’t change so much – at least not in Great Britain where there are no feudal disagreements. The lines are drawn, set in place on maps for all to see. Squiggly lines, not always straight ones, following natural boundaries, streams, valley floors, back and forth, this way and that.

My great-great-great-grandmother was born in the Marches, that area of moving boundaries between Wales and England, near Llanymynech; a town divided. Part in Wales and part in England. The border runs down the centre of the main street, you can park the car in one country and cross the road to another; the pub actually straddles the border.

The village is nestled on the Montgomery Canal (Camlas Trefaldwyn). “The Monty” is a partially restored canal running 53 kilometres from the Llangollen Canal at Frankton Junction to Newtown, passing through Welshpool. Currently only 11 kilometres is navigable and connected to the national Canal & River Trust network, from Frankton Junction to Gronwyn Wharf. Separately a short stretch at Llanymynech and a central section around Welshpool are navigable, but isolated and not connected to the national canal network. At Llanymynech you can take a walk along the towpath starting in one country and ending in another. The walk is just 4 kilometres long and takes a circular route, returning across fields. You will see the Locks at Carreghofa and walk a little further to the Vyrnwy Aqueduct and marvel at the engineering feats of days gone by. You can follow Offa’s Dyke part of which runs alongside the canal. It is a defensive earthwork built in the 8th century by Offa, King of Mercia. 1300 years ago ! Definitely a structure which Ann Thomas, her siblings and parents would have been familiar with. The area surrounding Llanymynech is rich in limestone and the village developed as a mining settlement in early times. One chimney survives from a Hoffman lime kiln and can be seen when walking. Lime was transported on canal boats from the wharf in the village to be used as fertiliser in surrounding farms.

Originally the canal was known as the Montgomeryshire Canal, at Carreghofa Locks it connected to the Llanymynech Branch of the Ellesmere Canal. These elements of the present day Montgomery Canal where unified when each section became part of the Shropshire Union system between 1846-1850.

The canal was first proposed in 1792 and the first parts were completed by early 1796.

So there you have it, a brief history of Llanymynech. Step over the line – I dare you !

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Cotswolds, Oxford and a bit of decluttering

We have had a lovely week staying with cousins in Northamptonshire. They live in a 350 year old house complete with sloping walls and floors in a lovely village which also has a sizeable marina on the canal. 

We had some busy days and some lazy ones. One day we went to Moreton-in-Marsh in the Cotswolds and also to an arboretum nearby (Batsford) that would be lovely to revisit in different seasons if we are able to.

Is autumn on the way ?

Another day we went to Oxford and went to the Ashmolean Museum and did a FREE walking tour of the city. Ostensibly it is free, but you are encouraged to make payment to the host at the end - no pressure. It lasted two hours and took us around some of the colleges which make up Oxford University. Our host was a wealth of information, lots of extra tidbits gained in his three years in the role. A lot of it felt like walking around the Harry Potter set, there was a Harry Potter tour as well but we didn't know until we had set out on this one. We started on the spot where Thomas Cranmer and other martyrs were burned at the stake when Queen Mary Tudor decided to make examples of them for not being catholic. A pretty gruesome way to go. 

 This used to a brothel - now its a Pret !



 Wonder if Oxford grads get in trouble for not returning their mortarboards when they have flung them over zealously


On our lazier days we went for a walk along the canal and also tried to eliminate some of the stuff we have bought with us. We feel like extremely overweight snails carrying our belongings everywhere. Two bags of clothes and shoes have been donated to a charity shop and we have left one large and one small case in Northamptonshire for now. Still, catching the train today was fraught with frustration as we heaved our remaining bags up stairs and minded the gap as we heaved them on and off the train. I think there will be more being discarded or packed up and sent home very soon. Unless we find somewhere to stay more permanently.

I'm hoping to hear about a job on Monday, or at least an interview, and we have another few possibilities to follow up. 

Can we last til Christmas ? I hope so - I'd love to stay longer but an income is pretty imperative to make that a reality.