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Rhyl Miniature Steam Railway Centenary

Happy 100th Birthday to the Rhyl Miniature Railway:
“Our railway first opened on 1st May 1911, so visitors during 2011 will be able to help celebrate our Centenary year! On 28th-30th May 2011 we will be holding our Centenary Gala, our biggest Gala ever, with a host of family attractions. ”
The fairground’s come and gone but Marine Lake and its railway have survived. Long may the railway continue.

Posted in gems history

Gele river

The Gele stream is the lifeblood running through Abergele. It’s the river
that give its name to the town: Abergele means ‘the mouth of the Gele river’ and Gele is a variation of Gelau which is old Welsh for ‘silvery blade’.


Posted in history

More AbergelePost site updates – added opening hours

Just wanted to let you know that I’ve added opening hours info now for Tesco, the Library, Post Office and McDonalds.

I’ve also added new pictures to Abergele in Shorts: Eric the Barber, Ellesmere’s and even showing a homemade garden bench.

Posted in fun hyperlocal topography

New feature – see who’s planning a new extension in Abergele

I’ve just added a new feature to this website. If you click on the Planning Applications link in the black strip beneath the banner, you’ll see a map of Abergele with dots showing where applications have been made to build an extension, change business use, apply for some other kind of formal consent.

The data has been ‘scraped’ from the Conwy Council website and the technology used to build this map comes from Inspiration came from two conferences I attended earlier this year:

Hacks and Hackers, in conjunction with ScraperWiki
Talk About Local 2011

To get more info about individual applications, click on the link at the bottom of the big map for a text link of every application, each of which links through to the source document on the Conwy Planning site.

Posted in history postcards

The Monument

Abergele: The Monument old postcard

Posted in books history

The audacious rascal actually solicited a kiss

The ride along the coast of Wales was crowded with novelty and
interest,–the sea on one side and the mountains on the other,–the
latter bleak and heathery in the foreground, but cloud-capped and
snow-white in the distance. The afternoon was dark and lowering, and
just before entering Conway we had a very striking view. A turn in the
road suddenly brought us to where we looked through a black framework
of heathery hills, and beheld Snowdon and his chiefs apparently with
the full rigors of winter upon them. It was so satisfying that I lost
at once my desire to tramp up them. I barely had time to turn from the
mountains to get a view of Conway Castle, one of the largest and most
impressive ruins I saw. The train cuts close to the great round tower,
and plunges through the wall of gray, shelving stone into the bluff
beyond, giving the traveler only time to glance and marvel.

About the only glimpse I got of the Welsh character was on this route.
At one of the stations, Abergele I think, a fresh, blooming young woman
got into our compartment, occupied by myself and two commercial
travelers (bag-men, or, as we say, “drummers”), and, before she could
take her seat, was complimented by one of them on her good looks.
Feeling in a measure responsible for the honor and good-breeding of the
compartment, I could hardly conceal my embarrassment; but the young
Abergeless herself did not seem to take it amiss, and when presently
the jolly bag-man addressed his conversation to her, replied
beseemingly and good-naturedly. As she arose to leave the car at her
destination, a few stations beyond, he said “he thought it a pity that
such a sweet, pretty girl should leave us so soon,” and seizing her
hand the audacious rascal actually solicited a kiss. I expected this
would be the one drop too much, and that we should have a scene, and
began to regard myself in the light of an avenger of an insulted Welsh
beauty, when my heroine paused, and I believe actually deliberated
whether or not to comply before two spectators! Certain it is that she
yielded the highwayman her hand, and, bidding him a gentle good-night
in Welsh, smilingly and blushingly left the car. “Ah,” said the
villain, “these Welsh girls are capital; I know them like a book, and
have had many a lark with them.”

The Project Gutenberg Etext of Winter Sunshine, by John Burroughs
#2 in our series by John Burroughs

ESOPUS-ON-HUDSON, November, 1875.