#CLOGWYN

[upthespiralstaircase]

NGW0453 - Clogwyn Station - Snowdon Mountain Railway - 1994 by John Luxton Via Flickr: The Snowdon Mountain Railway is probably my least visited of the north Wales narrow gauge lines with only visits in 1966, 78, 94 and 2014 and as a consequence very photographs. However, with the line reopening to its full length in summer 2023 for the first time since 2019 it is on my list for a visit this year. In this view Hunslet 12 pauses at Clogwyn Station on April 30, 1994. On this early season operating day trains were only operating to Clogwyn as there was snow on the upper section of line leading to the summer station. In 1996 locomotive 12 was renamed GEORGE after the former Speaker of The House of Commons George Thomas, Viscount Tonypandy. This view looking up hill clearly shows the complex pointwork associated with the Abt Rack system. Camera: Contax RTSII + Carl Zeiss f1.7 50mm Planar lens For more Snowdon Mountain Railway Archive images please click here: www.jhluxton.com/The-35mm-Film-Archive/Railways/Snowdon-M...

[mydododiedandthenreactivated]

A chilly day up in the Blaen-y-cae quarry. With views of Mynydd Mawr and Clogwyn Marchnad. Yr Wyddfa is hiding in the gap, cloaked in cloud.

Nantlle, Cymru, UK

[ansicred]

ALUN MURPHY | tide down verse

hafan clogwyn fairground worker • stealth trans man • unnaturally quiet cofi awkward but chill af • artist & musician • feels stuck in a rut + frustrated with life has to play method actor for his parents • desperate to be a free man questioning romo + bisexual | protagonist face claim: martin gore | one-shots | playlists | alun's general tag

[himisaito]

 “Clogwyn Du'r Arddu”

[crazyprinceruins-blog]

 “Clogwyn Du'r Arddu”

[guaraninkafein]

 “Clogwyn Du'r Arddu”

[berianbis]

Clogwyn 'Drws-Yr-Eglwys', Cymru.

[guardianhound]

 “Clogwyn Du'r Arddu”

[korrektheiten]

Roving Welsh: Ein Fest für die Sinne – Bosherston – Broad Haven – St Govan’s Chapel

ScienceFiles:»Llanfihangel-clogwyn-gofan – in der direkten Übersetzung: St. Michael über den Klippen von St. Govan – in der englischen Übersetzung: Bosherston. 300 Seelen teilen sich das, was man wohl eine prime location nennt, in Bosherston, einem Ort umgeben von Besitztümern des National Trust, dem mehr Land in England und Wales gehört als so manchem britischen König. […] http://dlvr.it/SqmxGG «

[moreeverydaythings]

Day 1091 - Train at Clogwyn Station looking towards Angelsey

[ansicred]

TIDE DOWN | character verse

setting: Pwllheli, Gwynedd, North Wales (UK), starting in 1988 and (possibly) continuing into the early/mid 90s. format(s): third person prose (one shots), (wip) screenplay story: four young men in various circumstances & from different backgrounds find themselves tied down to their jobs at the (fictional) Hafan Clogwyn holiday camp near the coastal town of Pwllheli, and are desperate to escape their "boring" lives. protagonists: matt | iwan | alun | roger (main) antagonists: oliver | rhian vibes playlist | general tag | graphics/art

[spiced-wine-fic]

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi, Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri; Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad, Dros ryddid collasant eu gwaed. Chorus Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad. Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau, O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau. Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd, Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i'm golwg sydd hardd; Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si Ei nentydd, afonydd, i fi. treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed, Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed, Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad, Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.

The land of my fathers is dear to me, Old land where the minstrels are honoured and free; Its warring defenders so gallant and brave, For freedom their life's blood they gave. Home, home, true I am to home, While seas secure the land so pure, O may the old language endure. Old land of the mountains, the Eden of bards, Each gorge and each valley a loveliness guards; Through love of my country, charmed voices will be Its streams, and its rivers, to me. Though foemen have trampled my land 'neath their feet, The language of Cambria still knows no retreat; The muse is not vanquished by traitor's fell hand, Nor silenced the harp of my land.

[train-smith]

The Snowdon Mountain Railway

The Snowdon Mountain Railway (SMR) is a narrow gauge rack and pinion mountain railway located in Gwynedd, north-west Wales. The railway is 4.7 miles long; starting in Llanberis and finishing on the summit of Snowdon (the highest peak in wales). The line carries over 140,000 passengers annually and is the only public rack and pinion railway in the united kingdom.

Rack and pinion railways are steep grade railways that use a toothed rack rail that is most commonly found between the running rails. The pinion is a cog wheel that meshes onto the rack rail. A normal friction-based rail can't operate on a gradient of more than 10%, but a rack and pinion can greatly exceed this. The first railway to incorporate a rack and pinion was in 1812; used on the Middleton Railway between Middleton and Leeds in West Yorkshire, England. The intended use of the Middleton Railway was to transport large amounts of coal up steep gradients. Rack and Pinion are now most commonly found on mountain railways such as the SMR.

The Snowdon Mountain Railway was constructed between December 1894, and February 1896, at a total cost of £63,800 (equivalent to £7,854,000 in 2021). Its original purpose was always to transport tourists up the mountain but became a great resource during the construction of the visitor center, both materials and workers were ferried between the summit and Llanberis. The railway is operated in some of the harshest weather conditions in Britain, with services curtailed from reaching the summit in bad weather and remaining closed during the winter from November to mid-March. Single carriage trains are pushed up the mountain by either steam locomotives or diesel locomotives. It has also previously used diesel railcars as multiple units. The railway has two new hybrid locomotives to help modernise the railway to handle the current-day demand.

A well-known story of the SMR is the opening day incident. This occurred on 6 April 1896 when two trains were duly dispatched for the summit. The ascent was fine but on the way down disaster struck. The first engine, "LADAS," driven by William Pickles from Yorkshire, ran into difficulties a few hundred yards above Clogwyn Station. The load was simply too great and Pickles had great difficulty keeping the engine under control. The wheels jumped the rail, the train thereby losing its ability to brake, and it simply ran away. Pickles applied the handbrake but it did not work. With the train now gathering speed downhill Pickles and the fireman decided that discretion was the better part of valor and leaped off the footplate. The engine continued its descent, going faster every second until, failing to negotiate a left-hand curve, it toppled and fell gracefully over the side of the mountain. Climbers coming up the mountain towards Clogwyn later commented that they thought they saw a huge boulder falling towards them. In fact, it was the runaway engine that was now tumbling down the mountainside. Back on the track things did not get any easier. The two carriages, now minus their engine, also gathered speed until, at last, the automatic brakes slammed on and they came to a graceful halt. Unfortunately, one passenger, a Mr. Ellis Roberts of Llanberis, had witnessed the driver and fireman leap off the engine and, with the carriages in which he sat also out of control, he thought he would do the same. Unfortunately, he was not so lucky as William Pickles. He smashed his head on the rocks and debris alongside the line, being so badly injured that he died a few days later. As if all that was not enough, the second train now appeared on the scene. Weather conditions were poor with mist over the top half of the mountain and there was no way news of the disaster could be sent to the second train. It ploughed into the rear of the carriages at Clogwyn, de-railing the engine and passenger accommodation. Luckily, there were no serious injuries. At the subsequent Inquiry, the cause of the disaster was stated to be settlement of the track and excess speed due to the weight of the engine and its carriages. Weight for all future trains would have to be reduced. It meant ordering lighter carriages and the introduction of a 'gripper' rail system to improve safety. The line up Snowdon was closed for just over 12 months, with no more trains running until 9 April 1897. No further incidents have taken place on the railways since making it one of the safest mountain railways in the world.

The Snowdon Mountain Railway is a must-see when visiting the beautiful country of Wales. My personal recommendation would be to walk the Miners' Track up Snowdon and then take the railway down. Make sure to visit on a day with good weather (a rare occurrence in Wales). The town of Llanberis has many activities to take part in, from slate museums to cycling adventures. Another nearby activity to take part in is Zip World Penrhyn Quarry, a must-do for any thrill seeker. In terms of places to stay, I personally recommend taking on the challenge of camping, especially at "Camping In Llanberis Campsite and Glamping Yurts", they have reasonably good facilities for a campsite.

[ivabellini]

Posted @withrepost • @immycycles #instagram #foto So so so so happy to be back in Snowdonia for the weekend - it really is one of my most favourite places in the world. I lived briefly in Cornwall some years ago and loved every second of it, but it never felt like home. The north west and north wales definitely do feel like home for me though. Comfortable and familiar like a slipper and an armchair and a cup of tea. My grandparent’s kitchen window framed Snowdon’s peak like a painting, and growing up my grandma always used to say ‘if you can’t see the top, it’s raining, and if you can see the top, it’s going to rain’. We’d look out and check the weather in the morning while making breakfast together. I remember one time itching to go to the beach, so I’d keep running to the window to check if I could still see the peak. Bums - I could - it was going to rain, so I bet we wouldn’t be able to go. Today I spent the afternoon running along a route I’ve never done before outside of Capel Curig, along Crimpeau, Afon Llugwy and Clogwyn Mawr. It was steep and craggy and I kept forgetting to pick my feet up so was slipping and sliding on slimy rocks. I didn’t see another soul for hours, and got utterly rained on, and then far too hot under the autumn sunshine that broke through the clouds seconds later. I’m not sure how far I went, because I didn’t record it, but I only had one very small panic attack. I came out at the bottom of the mountain and it suddenly made me feel very dizzy and sick realising how small and how alone I was. It was pouring with rain, and I suddenly felt rather frail - my little bird bones so easily shattered on the rocks and then me turned to dust. It was amazing. I love it here. #trailrunning #snowdonia #runningintherain #northwales #welshrunning #wales #cymru #outdoorsisfree #weekendvibes #womeninadventure #trail #trailsyourway #trailrunner #hiking #runningcommunity #running https://www.instagram.com/p/CjtS556Lp1b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dissociative-disaster]

I ble, rwy’n pyslo

I ble, rwy’n pyslo,

eith y gwynt a’r cymylau

pan mae’r awyr yn cau ei ddrws?

I ble, dyweda,

eith y blynyddoedd a’r oes,

pan mae bysedd pob cloc

yn y tir?

I ble, pa le,

eith y dail a’r gwair,

y dôl a’r clogwyn,

pan mae’r lleuad a’r haul

wedi cilio’u llygid tlws?

Ac i ble, gai wybod,

eith ein dyddiau cynt,

pan bu titha a mina

yn dilyn ‘r’hen Llyr

at ymyl ei sir?

- dissociative-disaster, 2022

[misericorsalvator]

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,

Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;

Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad,

Dros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.

Gwlad!, GWLAD!, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad.

Tra m��r yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,

O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau.

Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,

Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i'm golwg sydd hardd;

Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si

Ei nentydd, afonydd, i fi.

Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed,

Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed,

Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,

Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad...