A Knight’s Tale (95: Gaeddren)

Later in 1983, probably after we returned from the French trip, we holidayed in a farmhouse near Cerrigydrudion in North Wales, where friends Ann and Don were refurbishing their recently acquired house.

Sam, N. Wales 1983
Sam and Louisa N. Wales 1983
Louisa N. Wales 1983

Sam was soon at the wheel of an elderly tractor, whilst Louisa engaged the attention of the cattle.

Misty landscape

This misty shot down the valley must have been taken early one morning.

Hillside

Hills like this were all around us,

Blending so well with the rugged hillsides

Abandoned machiery 1
Abandoned trucks
Disused slate mine 1

were the abandoned artefacts of a disused slate mine, itself adding heaps to the mountain terrain.

Becky, Louisa, Jessica, Sam and Matthew

In the foreground of this picture, Becky carries Louisa, and Jessica leads Sam towards another visitor in the doorway of a mine building.

Terraced houses 2
Terraced houses 3
Terraced houses 1

It was in revisiting these images of terraced and semi-detached houses, perhaps once the homes of quarry workers, that I thought of Aberfan.

‘The Aberfan disaster was a catastrophic collapse of a colliery spoil tip in the Welsh village of Aberfan, near Merthyr Tydfil, on 21 October 1966, killing 116 children and 28 adults. It was caused by a build-up of water in the accumulated rock and shale, which suddenly started to slide downhill in the form of slurry.

Over 40,000 cubic metres of debris covered the village in minutes, and the classrooms at Pantglas Junior School were immediately inundated, with young children and teachers dying from impact or suffocation. Many noted the poignancy of the situation: if the disaster had struck a few minutes earlier, the children would not have been in their classrooms, and if it had struck a few hours later, the school would have broken up for half-term.

Great rescue efforts were made, but the large numbers who crowded into the village tended to hamper the work of the trained rescue teams, and delayed the arrival of mineworkers from the Merthyr Vale Colliery. Only a few lives could be saved in any case.

The official inquiry blamed the National Coal Board for extreme negligence, and its Chairman, Lord Robens, for making misleading statements. Parliament soon passed new legislation about public safety in relation to mines and quarries.’ (Wikipedia, on which there is much more information.)

This is one of the abiding memories of my young adulthood, and, indeed, parenthood. The whole of the UK, and possibly much of the world, was in shock, especially because the school had borne the brunt.

On a happier note we enjoyed numerous holidays at Gaeddren, with Annandon – the name shared by each of them because Sam and Louisa couldn’t tell the difference when they were very little and therefore made a portmanteau word suffice for each of them.

I carried out numerous training runs in the hills around Gaeddren.  Perched on a hill above Cerrigydrudion, this house was an ideal point from which to engage in fell running.  Since I used the roads, this wasn’t actually fell running, as I had done in the Lake District, but it felt like it.  Watching the changing light as I ran up and down roads cut from this rocky land, passing flowing streams and rugged trees sometimes indistinguishable from the granite to which they clung, was a truly exhilarating experience.  It was on one of these two hour marathons that I felt my only ‘runner’s high’.  No pun intended.  Please don’t think I could, even on the flat, run a marathon in two hours.  Here, I use the word figuratively.  A ‘runner’s high’ is a feeling of intoxicated elation, said to come at one’s peak.  No further pun intended.  Well, I never tried LSD.  I did, however, find it useful pre-decimalisation.  Pun intended.

When I did seek an even route I ran the complete circuit of Llyn Tegid, known to the English as Lake Bala.  Having three times, once in 88 degrees fahrenheit, managed the Bolton marathon, which ends with a six-mile stretch up the aptly named ‘Plodder Lane’, with a vicious climb at the end, I thought I might attempt the North Wales marathon.  Imagine my surprise to find it boringly, unrelentingly, flat.  Here I will divert, as I once did in the Bolton race.  My grandmother, then in her nineties, was seated on a folding chair in order to watch me come past.  I left the field, nipped across, kissed her on the head, and quickly rejoined the throng.  She seemed somewhat nonplussed, as did a number of other competitors.  After all, why would anyone willingly supplement, even by a few feet, a distance of 26 miles 385 yards?

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

49 thoughts on “A Knight’s Tale (95: Gaeddren)

  1. The horror of the Aberfan disaster was felt here too, especially in the gold mining community I grew up in. There are some wonderful pictures of your children here. I especially like the first one of Sam on the tractor. I have photographs of my children and grandchildren doing just that 🙂

  2. I remember Aberfan, such an horrendous event. I was a ten year old at school and recall thinking that those children were the same age as me.
    x

  3. That was a horrifying tragedy. 😦 I remember watching a documentary about it years ago. So shocking and so sad. 😦

    Good no-puns AND puns. 😉
    Aw, on running over to give your grandmother a kiss! 🙂
    A tractor, cows, birds, places to run and play…so wonderful for the kiddos! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

  4. Like MeRaw, I was just eleven when the Aberfan disaster struck. Even all the way over in Australia it affected us all terribly. We raised relief money, quite an amount as I recall. Not sure how it got to the recipients.

  5. the Aberfan disaster sounds so tragic and just a few minutes could have made. difference – ugh!
    and glad you had some happy memoreies to throw our way as well
    enjoyed the photos (and the hills are beautiful in that area)

  6. I didn’t recall hearing about the Aberfan disaster. I’m very sorry. Life is so full of combinations of sadness and joy. The farm looks wonderful, and I love the photos of the children there. It was so sweet of you to divert from the race to kiss your grandmother.

  7. I don’t remember hearing about the Aberfan disaster, either. Of course, I just was off to college, and not very highly attuned to events outside my little world. Reading about it, I thought of the terrible mudslides on the west coast after forest fires; the materials are different, but the dynamics are much the same. The photos of the kids on the farm are just precious; what great memories for you.

  8. Tue Aberfan disaster must have been a heart-rending event of the times. No amount of legislation would bring back those young lives ever.

    It was a riveting post in which you have punned away merrily; the snap kissing of grandma was a delightful event.

  9. It must be in the DNA of the people of our age. As soon as I saw a few pictures of steep Welsh hills and Welsh houses, the name “Aberfan” was in my mind.
    The Bradford stadium fire killed a large number of people, and that particular football stand caught fire around 30 minutes or so before the end of the last match of the season. After that, the stand was to be demolished after being there since around 1900-1910.

  10. The place looks moody as though it has been mined too deep. Puts me in mind of Tolkien and “The Lord of the Rings.” Wonderful story, though, of how you took time to kiss your grandmother. Sweet!

  11. I was not alive for this disaster and heard about it first while watching The Crown. So, with your very first image I had a chill, which stayed with me even while looking at the adorable photos of Sam and Louisa. I was relieved to see you discussed the tragedy – relieved I wasn’t the only one and glad to see the story detailed, so I could learn more. Reading through the comments I see it had a huge impact on many. Appropriately so.

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