It was a lovely sunny morning and I thought it was an hour
more than it actually was, and wondered why there was no one around the
streets. So at 5.55am the moon was still
over the houses, and the sun shining in the south. Our B&B was in a street of Victorian
Terraces, and had side access for parking.
They had been running it for 7 years.
There is a lot of student accommodation in the street, and most house
have no parking at all.
We decided to drive up the valleys on our way to Brecon.
Coal was mined in almost every hill we could see, we chose to drive up the
Rhonnda Valley, which follows the Rhonnda river. There were so many little towns along the
road, and different styles of housing, probably to do with the status of the
workers.
To try to get the best view, it was necessary to get onto
one to the hilltops. Not that easy,
until we turned onto a bush track on an incredibly steep incline. The views were breathtaking, and it must have
been a different scene than the one in front of us when the area was buzzing
with coal mines, smoke, workers and the life they led.
We drove to the Rhondda Heritage Park, built around the
Tymawr coal mine that took the last coal in 1983. There have been some terrible mining
disasters over the years, the worst about 1877. I felt a bit guilty at the
display about “profits before lives”, indicating the role the mine owners
played, very often, not a thought for the workers. As one of my g grandfathers owned coal mines
around Newcastle, I hoped he was not of the same ilk. There was also a timeline about the Miners
Strike in 1984. Entry was cheap 3.50 to
have a tour underground hosted by one of the miners. John took the tour, as I am
claustrophobic. He left with the guide
and another couple from Canberra for the 45 minute tour, which lasted 1.5
hours!
For me, entry was free.
They had some really interesting displays, of olden day things, like
spinners, manglers, cash registers and Singer sewing machines, things that we
remembered easily. Must be a sign of
getting old, when we are familiar with antiques!
Like so many of the attractions, the focus is on educational
qualities, but done in an interesting way.
They even had a mock (or folly) miners cottage. Included in the miner’s houses were some very
old pianos on loan from a museum.
While biding my time in the gift shop, and the displays,
then even managing a full game of Candy Crush – I read quite a few of the
tourist brochures. Well I didn’t exactly
understand where anything was, the language is a bit challenging! But I found one about a steam train ride on
the Brecon Mountain railway. We had time
to make the 2.00 train. Right, that was
the plan. The station was in a place
called Pant, not a town, but a dot in a haystack. We took the long scenic route, and got to the
station at 2.40. We then had lunch at
the station.
They had huge sausage rolls, John asked if they were the
normal ones, “yes” she said, “do you want it heated?”
So they did, and when he bit into it, it was just that a
sausage in flaky pastry! Literally I
guess a sausage roll!
A look around the station, then we put the name of our
B&B into Heidi. The place is called
Talybont-on-Usk, near Brecon. This time
Heidi put us in the most narrow roads, the steepest roads, over hill and down
dale, along beautiful rivers, past old stone bridges, beside sheep, and through
an area full of people cycling, riding, tramping, picnicking, and just enjoying
the beautiful weather and the sunshine.
Finally after a rather stressful drive, as John really gets
upset when the drivers keep forcing us off the road. When we got
here we noticed that the better road could be seen but I guess we would
have missed out on the scenery if we had chosen the A40.
The setting here is very peaceful. Lots of sheep as we look out of our
window. This is a B&B above a
restaurant and was the very first place I booked when we were planning our
route. But it comes with some
challenges, no shower, just a hand held one, that turns cold whenever you turn
it in a different direction, a temperamental toilet, and the most annoying
squeaking wooden floorboards, and while they offer WiFi it doesn’t work! And we
are lucky to get one bar at all on the internet.
Brecon is 7 miles away, and we went into town to sort out
the museum and our canal boat ride. The
Military Museum doesn’t open until Monday, so we will have to do that when we
leave and on our way to Hereford.
It houses information about my 3rd cousin Anthony
Durnford from when he was in the Africaan War in 1879. The British left him the scapegoat for the
loss at Rorke’s Drift. Our host here
told me it is such an interesting museum with a lovely old man as the
guide. Looking forward to Monday.
We managed a seat on the 12.00 midday boat going the
Monmouth to Brecon canal. So many people were out watching the canal boats
returning. There are also boats that can
be hired by the hour. Then we tried to
find somewhere to eat, most places were greasy spoons, as the town hosts a lot
of young Army guys, old pubs that offer discos, but no food, and we even went
into the Rugby Club thinking they may have done a meal, but here the thing is
to watch rugby and drink, not to eat! We
tried a couple of pubs which would have been comfortable in Saloubrious Place
in Swansea. I kept getting no internet
reception on the tablet while I was trying to search for restaurants. I had lots of bars, then I realised that our
plan had stopped. We though it would run
out on 19th for a month, but it was based on 28 days, to the
hour!
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The people must have been quite short in the old days |
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The Military Museum |
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At the local Rugby club |
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On the Brecon to Monmouth Canal |
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Rorke's Drift Pub in Brecon |
Eventually we decided on an unusual restaurant at the docks,
which based their meals on sharing. I
had braised pork ribs, and John had pieces of succulent beef. Different, but nice, and the Australian wine
was well priced.
So
no blog for Saturday 17th May, because without wifi, no photos can
be uploaded to the cloud from my phone and I cannot connect to google.
It is a lovely place when the sun is shining. Makes us wish we were there.
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