I am feeling sentimental, for I love my Wales

THE WONDERFUL ALEXANDER CORDELL

EVEN IN THE COAL MINES, THERE'S BEAUTY IN MY WALES

Alexander Cordell was one of Wales' most prolific writers, although he wasn't Welsh.
HeAlexander Cordell was born in Sri Lanka, and came to Wales to convalesce during World War II. After the War he moved to Llanelen (a few miles North of Goytre Wharf) where he did most of the research for Rape of the Fair Country, before moving to Holywell Road in Abergavenny, his home for many years.

This tour will take you from the rolling countryside of the Vale of Usk, much loved by Cordell, to the landscape of the industrial valleys, which provided the backdrop for most of the action in Rape of the Fair Country. You will visit some of the more accessible sites which feature in this powerful story about life during the early years of the Industrial Revolution leading up to the Chartist uprising of 1839. It is suggested you use OS Explorer Map 152 and OS Outdoor Leisure Map 13 (Brecon Beacons National Park East) for reference. Route directions are in bold, quotations from Rape of the Fair Country in italics. Key sites are numbered and marked on the map. (Thanks to the Wee reference leaflets I picked up myself.

The Big Pit

If you get the chance to go down the Big Pit, you will never forget it. However be sensible and wear flat shoes and not your Sunday Best Outfit. The last time myself and my husband went down, there was an American couple with us. They unfortunately decided to go down the pit on a whim and as she said "It was a bit daft to even attempt it, in three inch heels and a white summer skirt with navy blouse." Sadly she had to go back to the top after a ten minutes or so. Her husband stayed on the tour, so I guess he was able to tell her all about it. It truly is very humbling to see just what conditions these Welsh men and children had to go through. After leaving the pit, we then went to the cottages, they were the ones that they later used in "Coal House" the BBC One series. "Wow it was fascinating watching the series and knowing that we had been there. Afterwards we went to the museum dedicated to the most wonderful "Alexander Cordell, whom I might have told you already I had the privileged of meeting once. His books, and I think I can say all his books, the Welsh and Chinese ones and the others. Brilliant, I have them all, though I did find that the last couple he wrote in the couple of years before his untimely death, where not as fulfilling as his early books. He had lost his second wife and he was very "dwr" after this and I think coming up to my North Wales, was maybe a mountain to many. He died up on the Llangollen moors, not to far from the "Ponderosa Restaurant." Leaving behind him a few photos and a wee letter. His life ended like many of the steel and coal workers he wrote about, lying in the beautiful Welsh countryside after a hard life's work. May Dewi Sant watch over you My Hero. Dodie x


Beside the peaceful Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal at Goytre Wharf it's easy to imagine Iestyn Mortymer and his family gliding down the canal on the outing to Newport:

Wonderful to be moving on water. The silky movement is a drug to the senses when you are lying along the prow of a barge watching the water-lilies and bindweed waving. Soon Pen-y-fal and the Skirrids were well behind us, and the sun, streaming down through the avenue of trees, cast golden patterns on the barges.

However this quiet backwater was once a busy industrial site. Take time to walk around and view the historic lime kilns and aqueduct, as well as the South Wales Tramway Exhibition. Tramways were crucial in bringing coal, limestone and iron-ore down from the hills to the wharves located along the Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal - at Llangattock, Llanfoist and Llanelen.

There is also a Tourist Information Point where you can pick up leaflets and advice before leaving Goytre Wharf.

Diary, Bryn Roberts, Monday 28th February 1853.

Today has been one of the worstDraig Goch days of my life. I will be glad to leave this God forsaken canal and the
barge, anything than spend another day like this! To begin with it has been snowing for most of the day, my feet are cold, my hands are skinned to the bone where the damned tow rope kept slipping through them. God how I hate this job. Ha! A job, I don't even get paid for it. "you've got to be fourteen before you get any money boyo". Oh yeah, fourteen before I get any money but six when I started walking the paths, even towing the ropes with my brothers when the damn horse went sick or lame.
No I've had enough, cramped up in a tiny cabin with three sisters, the oldest not yet nine, the youngest not yet walking. Maybe that's a blessing at least one less under my feet. I suppose I should be grateful that I've got under the table to sleep by myself now that Iolo has left for the mines. My heart still grieves for Iolo, still it was his decision. Poor Mam, she was looking very old this morning Gone her lovely black hair, now just grey and going more grey with each rising day.
Old Mostyn Evans died this morning of the Cholera, they say three of his young ones will be gone in the next day or two as well. Poor Mrs Evans I suppose it will be the Workhouse for her and Myfanwy and Rhian, God help them. I counted seventeen rats this afternoon down by the lock gate. It made me wonder if Istyn Morris lost his leg down at Neath or if the rats ate it whilst he was asleep. If the Navvies from England kept their rubbish proper like us Welsh, then maybe there wouldn't be so many rats.
I heard from Marie Lloyd that two children where drowned at Resolven Yesterday, two less mouths to feed. Still t'is sad to think of so many children dying this way and most of them not reached their ninth birthday. Still who wants birthday's, nothing to look forward to there either.
"No money Bryn" Dada would say. "You know what it's like in winter, and now with these railways taking all our business we'd probably do better going on a ship to America along with the Irish."
Well this is me, thirteen in a months time and nothing to look forward to except more blisters and chilblains this winter and more sunburnt backs and arms in summer. Not if I can help it! Not me. I'll follow Iolo down the pit, not good but nothing could be worse than this. But how can I go, what would happen to Mam and Dada.
Still it's nice to dream.
Goodnight Dada, I love you Mam. Time to sleep. Bryn.R.

A small excerpt from one of the books written by the wonderful Alexander Cordell. start with "The Fire People" get hooked and then the first Trilogy, "The Rape of a Fair Country" "The Hosts of Rebecca," and "Songs of the Earth"

Da Iawn, as we say in Cymraeg. Very Good you say in English

August 16, 2009

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Today Peter went to mow the grass in the long garden. Imagine his surprise to find that
all the little frogs are doing a mass exodus from the pond above the patio wall, up to the top of the garden. They are probably going to the woods that is the other side of the stream.
So it looks like we are going to have long grass for a while. Can I remind everyone that this is the time for the tiny babies to leave the pond. Be careful if you are mowing or walking even. They are only about an inch long, much smaller than ou
rselves.

Here you go, some froggie things I found on Google .

       Two brothers were out in the woods exploring
when they came cross a pond. The oldest told the other to go in and
see how deep it was.

Reluctantly, he went in and a few
seconds later, the older brother heard a loud splash and called out to
the younger brother "How deep is it?" He answered back
"knee-deep,"

And with that the older brother started walking in
and a few feet later, he fell in up to his waist.  As they were getting out, the
older brother said, "Why did you say it was knee deep?"

"I didn't," said the other brother.  "Then who
did then?" said the young one.

Just then a little chuckle came from the other side of the pond, they turned around and saw a laughing frog
rolling in the dirt. 


Once upon a time, in a land far away, a
beautiful, independent, self assured princess happened upon a
frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of
an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle. The frog
hopped into the princess lap and said "Elegant Lady, I was
once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper,
young prince that I am, and then, my sweet, we can marry and
setup housekeeping in yon castle with my mother, where you can
prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever
feel grateful and happy doing so."



That night, the princess dined sumptuously on a meal of lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and
shallot cream sauce.


One day a frog was walking along the lane when he met a fox,  he said:

 

"Hi! Mr Fox, I'm a wide mouth frog and I eat flies.
What do you eat?
"
The fox said "I suppose I eat
rabbits." and carried on walking down the lane.

Next the frog came upon a rabbit, and said:
" Hi! Mr Rabbit, I'm a wide mouth frog. I eat flies. What
do you eat?
"
The rabbit frowned, took a couple of carrots out of his pocket and said. "Carrots I suppose!"

A bit further along the lane ended at a river and lying on the bank was an alligator,
"Hi! Mr Alligator, I'm a wide mouth frog and I eat flies. What do you eat?
The alligator smiled a huge toothy smile, licked his lips and with one bound, scooped up the wide mouth frog. One gulp and he was gone then he wiped his mouth and said:

"Hm, I eat Wide Mouth Frogs!"



THE DARING FROGGIE


Once upon a time on the border of a brook


A wicked little froggie who had never read a book --


Who had never read a story or a funny little rhyme,


Had a sad and tragic ending once upon a time.




The little froggie, sad to say, was very fond of flies,


And thought on this unlucky day that he had found a prize.


"Up, up I go," said Froggie; "I can climb as well
as hop;


I only hope he stays right there until I reach the top.




"I wish this wouldn't bend so much" said Froggie, going
higher:


"I wish that flies would shut their eyes and come a little
nigher.


But he is such a good one and he looks so very fine,


I think that I must have him, for it's time for me to dine."




So up he went, regardless of the danger he was in;


He saw a duck below him, but he didn't care a pin'


But suddenly behind his back the reed began to crack,


And all he heard was just one word, and that one word was


           
       
"QUACK"
.


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