Thursday, 28 September 2023

Serpa

A Tiny Alentejo City with Several Layers

So Where are We, and Why are We There?


Portugal
Serpa
As has been our habit for some years, we headed north for a couple of days in the less touristy Alentejo as a prelude to our regular fortnight in the fleshpots of the Algarve.

This year our chosen destination was the small city of Serpa, the population centre of a municipality of the same name which lies between the Spanish border and the regional capital of Beja (visited 2018). Many readers may never have heard of Serpa, but Serpa cheese is one of only a dozen or so Portuguese cheeses with Protected Designation of Origen status, and for a committed turophile, that is reason enough to visit.

Southern Portugal
Serpa can be found half way between the regional capital of Beja and the Spanish Border

As ever, we landed at Faro Airport and once through the formalities and equipped with a hire car we joined the A22 Motorway (Autoestrada/Freeway etc) heading east. After 50km, just before the Spanish border, we turned towards Serpa, 80km north as the crow flies. We followed the main road for much of the journey, but eventually that veers off towards Beja and we took a more rural route to our destination.

Serpa: The Basics

The Municipality of Serpa covers 1,000km² but has a population of only 13,000 at the 2021 census, an 18% decrease in 20 years. The City of Serpa has 6,000 inhabitants, maybe more a small town than a city, you might think, but city status was granted in 2003. Many modestly sized Portuguese towns have become cities in recent decades, the criteria for the upgrade are deliberately vague and allow plenty of wiggle room. The intention is to boost the local economy and self-confidence, though city status means little more than a change of letter head.

The area is largely agricultural, and although Portuguese farms were slow to mechanise in the middle of the last century, they have been busy catching up, with the inevitable decline in agricultural employment. On the plus side Serpa is two hours’ drive from Lisbon and is a popular location for well-off urbanites' second homes.

During our time in Serpa we found it was a city of layers, like an onion, so instead of going through our stay in chronological order, I intend to peel Serpa, removing the newer layers one by one until we find evidence of Roman occupation.

Peeling the Serpa Onion: (1) Surroundings

My clever analogy almost falls apart at the start. No-one peels an onion by first examining the soil around it, but cities and onions are products of the soil, so it important to look around.

Like most old settlements Serpa is on a high point, which was useful for photographing the surroundings. Serpa sits towards the eastern edge of the vast Alentejo plain, the bread basket of Portugal throughout recorded history. The land is beginning to change here, but wheat grows to the north and west, and like every other Alentejo town, Serpa has its grain silos.

Serpa grain silo, with Beja on the horizon on left

On the next major rise it is possible to make out the white buildings of Beja, some 25km northwest.

Looking south and west the crops being to change, with the muted green of olive trees and the brighter green of oranges replacing the cereals.

Olives, oranges and distant vines, serpa

On the gentle slopes beyond are the vineyards of the Encostas de Serpa, not (yet) a protected name, the wine is designated Vinho Regional Alentejano, but the use of the name suggest ambition.

Encostas de Serpa Syrah
A soft, fruity wine for convivial swilling

(2) The Onion Skin and First Layer

The skin of the onion is made up of the N260 which by-passes Serpa on the east and north side and the Circular Interna da Serpa which, despite being named ‘Interna,’ largely follows the edge of the built up area to the south and west.

Lining the Circular Interna are schools, the stadium of Serpa Football Club, two supermarkets (Intermarché and Lidl), an open-air 50m swimming pool and a couple of factories. On the N260 there is a car wash.

The first layer is fatter and juicier on the southern/western side. It includes a modern municipal market. We reached Serpa too late for the market on our first day, but took the opportunity to rehydrate at the café.

Rehydrating at the municipal market, Serpa

Serpa Cheese

One room is dedicated to a display about Serpa cheese. There is little see, but plenty to read, so here is the essential information:

Serpa cheese information room, municipal market

Like most Alentejo cheeses, Serpa is made from unpasteurised sheep’s milk, curdled using an extract from the cardoon thistle. It is a semi soft cheese (amanteigado (lit: buttery) in Portuguese) with a pronounced tang. For more see TheAlentejo: Eating and Drinking 2024.

Queijo de Serpa

Jardim Abade Correia de Serra

A short walk away is the Jardim Abade Correia de Serra, a pleasant garden opened in 2017 with winding paths, shady trees, a pond or two….

Jardim Abade Correia de Serra, Serpa

…and a surprise cactus grove.

Cactus, Jardim Abade Correia de Serra, Serpa

It is a good place to sit in the shade, switch on ‘Merlin*’ and find out what birds it hears. Many are familiar, but it in Serpa I logged my first Green Sandpiper (they can be found, in the UK, but not by me – yet), Short-toed Treecreeper and Spotless Starling.

(3) Outside the Walls

The ancient olive trees opposite the garden’s entrance hint that we are on the edge of an older layer of town. Amongst the olives is a statue of José Francisco Correia de Serra for whom the garden is named. Born in Serpa in 1750, he was a scientist, diplomat and polymath. He made important contributions both to botany and geology, played a crucial role in the creation of the Lisbon Academy of Sciences, and served as a diplomat in the United States, 1816-20.

José Francisco Correia da Serra

Some parts of this layer are characterised by small squares with roads branching off at all angles. We stayed at the charming Hotel Beatriz in one such square, Largo San Salvador. Small and family run (I think) the interior was bright, modern, spotlessly clean and comfortable. I have borrowed a photo from their website as I failed to take one myself….

Hotel Beatriz, Serpa

…but I do have a nighttime photo of the church across the square.

San Salvador

Finding the hotel was a problem, partly because the satnav misplaced it slightly (corrected now), but more because the road arrangements are not satnav friendly. ‘In 50m turn half-right’ sounds straightforward but when you get there and survey the collection of roads and tiny passages, you wonder ‘which is half-right? We failed twice, the road system spitting us out onto the Circular Interna.

Elsewhere in this layer we encountered long, straight roads like the Rua dos Lagares (Street of Wine Presses), where orange trees shaded the pavement…

Rua dos Lagares

…and dogs watching from balconies.

Dog on a balcony, Rua dos Lagares

While roads off to the right seemed to narrow once they had passed through an arch. We were clearly walking along the boundary of a, walled city.

Street into the walled city from Rua dos Lagares

The Aqueduct

The wall turn turns right at the end of Rua dos Lagares, and behind one of Serpa’s fine old olive trees, suddenly turns into an aqueduct.

Lynne, an olive tree and the Serpa aqueduct

Above a spring on the street corner, a pump once lifted water up to aqueduct height…

The pump, Serpa aqueduct

…and fed it across a series of arches and past two towers….

Through two towers

….and into the Palácio dos Condes de Ficalho (Palace of the Counts of Ficalho).

Serpa Aqueduct enters the palace

Sources agree the wall is 11th century, some say the aqueduct is, too – but that seems unlikely. The authoritative looking Structurae dates the construction to 1690 which looks right.

Most aqueducts, the Evora aqueduct being the closest, bring water from a distant source into a city for the benefit of all. This expensive and ostentation stonework built by the Melho family, later Counts of Ficalhio, brings water 200m from a spring to their own house. I would like to think it was, at least a ‘workfare’ project, but I can find no information on the matter.

(4) Within the Walls

Inside the walls is an unreliable grid of narrow streets, many pedestrians only.

Serpa: inside the walls

Most wandering will arrive at the central square, home to the Camara Municipal and the Restaurant O Alentejano where we dined twice – once on purpose and once because nowhere else was open.

Serpa Camara Municipal

Our third evening meal (at Molhó Bico) was nearby so many of my photos were taken in the dark. Our Serpa dinners are discussed in The Alentejo: Eating and Drinking.

There are places where wandering narrow alleys late at night is asking for trouble. Serpa, its streets bathed in sodium yellow light, seems almost misty, but utterly benign.

Elderly local lady on a mission, Serpa

Mario Beirão

On a (daylight) wall we found a poem by Beja-born Mario Beirão.

Poem on a wall, Serpa

My improvement(?) of Google Translate's version reads:

Oh, I do not know how to pronounce the wonder
That bewitches Serpa at night when round
Her walls the past and a choir in waves
Foam and crash at the gates of Seville

Perhaps some punctuation would help in line 3, and the reference to the gates of Seville is beyond me. I lack context and knowledge of Portuguese colloquialisms. Help, anyone?

Beirão (1890-1965) was a neo-Romantic poet. Although highly regarded by some, he was a supporter of the tyrant António de Oliveira Salazar whose Estado Novo held back Portuguese development from 1932-74.

Museu de Relógio

Two small blocks from the Camara Municipal is the Museu de Relógio, the Museum of Timepieces (Relógio means both clock and watch.)

António Tavares d'Almeida (1933-2021) collected clocks and watches throughout his life. Part of his collection is in the Museum of Time in Évora, but most of it is in Serpa where 3,000 exhibits fill ten rooms of a 16th century nunnery.

There are inexpensive watches….

Inexpensive watches, Serpa Museum

….and more expensive watches.

Seikos can cost £2,000+

I know little about expensive watches, I cannot imagine why someone should pay £30,000 for a wristwatch, which is seen by few, recognised by even fewer and needs to be insured. I wear a cheap Casio, which keeps perfect time for a couple of years (what more do I want a watch to do?), then the strap breaks and I buy another. I aspire to nothing more - except repairable straps.

There are long case clocks and cuckoo clocks,…

Long Case clocks and cuckoo clocks, Serpa

…wall clocks, mantlepiece clocks and more.

Wall clocks and mantlepiece clocks, Serpa

Being in a room full of clocks when they all strike the hour, starting at different times and chiming with different notes and tempos, is a delight – though not one I would enjoy 24 times a day.

Approaching the Castle

Most of the area within the walls lies below the surrounding city, but just north of the central square a set of stone steps takes you to higher ground. Near the bottom of the steps we paused for coffee at a tiny café - two tables outside, two more inside. Here a café con leite - a traditional Portuguese coffee close(ish) to a cappuccino, though less frothy, rather stronger and much smaller than the travesty of the Italian original sold in swimming pool sized cups throughout the UK and North America - costs 0.70€ (that is £0.60, or $0.80). The touristy Algarve is rather more expensive.

Coffee break Digression over, we continue up the steps past the clocktower…

The Clocktower

…to a small square dominated by the Parish Church of Santa Maria.

Santa Maria, Serpa

Down the side of the church a narrow lane gives access to the innermost layer of the onion….

To Serpa Castle

(5) The Castle

As the previous photo shows, a portion of the keep has fallen over the entrance.

Fallen keep, Serpa Castle

There was a Roman fort on this site, but most existing walls were constructed by the Moors. Serpa is 20km from the Spanish border, so it is hardly surprising the castle was once garrisoned by Castilian forces and the city’s first Foral (charter) was granted by the King Alfonso X of Castille in 1281.

Despite the Christian kingdoms being in alliance against the Moors, they were not above taking a swipe at each other. By the time the Reconquista was completed in Portugal, Serpa was in Portuguese hands and a new Foral was issued by King Diniz of Portugal in 1295.

The castle was strengthened and enlarged, but saw little military action for the next 400 years. It remained largely unchanged, tall stone walls with a keep and tower or two, surrounding a square courtyard.

Serpa Castle from the top of the remaining tower

In 1701 Charles II of Spain died without an heir. There were two claimants and the European powers lined up behind one or the other and went to war. Portugal tried to remain neutral, but geography was against them. In 1703 they were persuaded to join with the Grand Alliance of the Holy Roman Empire, Great Britain and the Durch Republic. The Alentejo became something of a battleground and an engagement in 1707 resulted in the semi-demolition of Serpa’s keep. It has not been repaired, the time of castles had passed and it was quite safe as it was.

There is little to see but you can climb he tower and walk most of the way round the walls.

Walking round the walls

Several views beyond the city were used in Part (1), but there are also good views of the aqueduct….

The aqueduct

…and the church and clocktower.

Clocktower and Parish Church

At the start I promised to peel Serpa starting with the modern town and ending with evidence of Roman occupation. And that is what we have reached.

Decorative Roman frieze, Serpa Castle

On display in the castle courtyard are seeral pieces of stonework and a decorative frieze from a Roman villa in the nearby village of Brinches.

And Finally…

…we arrive at the end of this post. Serpa is a tiny city, it is also a quiet city – it has little to attract a party animal or adrenalin junkie; but for people who take pleasure in the understated grandeur of rural Portugal, Serpa is a gem. And a fine cheese, to boot.

*The Merlin ap is produced by Cornell University and is a free download. Download a bird database for where you are - in this case the Iberian Peninsula - and the ap will record and identify the birds you hear. You can report your findings, and the ap keeps a 'life list' of the birds you have heard,

Wednesday, 6 September 2023

Llangollen: Dee Valley Part 2

Now Home to the International Eisteddfod and Formerly to the Ladies of Llangollen


Wales
Denbighshire
With almost 4,000 inhabitants, Llangollen is a small town in Denbighshire, North Wales, that sits beside the River Dee. It has been a tourist destination since at least 1811, the date that ‘tourist’ first appeared in print describing people travelling for pleasure.

The town’s name has two of those pesky double ll sounds. Visitors pronouncing Llangollen as Thlan-gothlen will at least get credit for trying (though this advice is of little use to speakers of the many languages lacking a ‘th sound.’)

Llangollen in Denbighshire

06-Sept-2023

Llangollen International Eisteddfod

The Dee Bridge and Llangollen Railway

We had arrived yesterday afternoon (see Pontcysyllte and Chirk Castle) so we were already orientated and decided to stroll up to the Royal International Pavilion, though the events there in July are more interesting than the structure itself.

We crossed the River Dee…

Crossing Llangollen bridge

...over the four-arched bridge built in 1345 to replace an earlier wooden structure. It has been much modified, and its origins are hardly visible in the picture above, though a side view shows the typically medieval pointed arches.

Side View of Llangollen Bridge

Turning left after the railways station we strolled down Trevor Road.

Llangollen Railway Station

The Llangollen Railway starts at the bridge and follows the lush, green Dee Valley, terminating at Corwen, 15km away. The old-style signals, and the steam engines – not that I caught one in the photo - indicate this is a Heritage Railway, run by a charity and manned by volunteers.

A pair of quavers set into the flagstones told us we were on the way to the Pavilion.

Two quavers show the way, Llangollen

Looking up we could see dwellings in the green hills that define the Dee Valley.

The green hills of the Dee Valley

Llangollen Canal and the Royal International Pavilion

Where the road veers close to the Llangollen canal, here navigable by nothing bigger than a kayak, we moved across to walk back along the towpath…

Llangollen canal

…paused to enjoy the reflections in the water…

Reflections, Llangollen canal

…and soon reached the Royal International Pavilion.

Royal International Pavilion, Llangollen

It may not be that impressive from this angle, but could accommodating the whole population of Llangollen, should that ever be required. More importantly it is also the main stage of the Llangollen International Eisteddfod, which for some raises the question…

What is an Eisteddfod?

An Eisteddfod (pronounced eye-steth-vod) is a Welsh cultural festival involving poetry, music (especially harp and choral music), storytelling and dance. Although festive in nature, Eisteddfodau (the plural is pronounced eye-steth-vod-eye) are competitive, with prizes (usually just a certificate) awarded for different disciplines and age groups. Singing and spoken word competitions are in the Welsh language.

There are many eisteddfodau every year, some small and local, others of national significance. Major eisteddfodau culminate with the chairing of the bard (the winning poet) with ‘druidic’ ceremony. This version of Welsh culture, inspired by the writings of Iolo Morganwg in the 1790s and formalised in the 19th century by people like William Price (see Manchester, Llantrisant and Beijing) is largely romantic nonsense, though at the time an understandable reaction to the increasing anglicisation of Wales. There are two major events The National Eisteddfod of Wales, first held in its modern form in 1861 has a different venue every year, while the other major event is….

The Llangollen International Eisteddfod?

Held every year since 1947 (Covid-blighted 2020 apart), the festival was established after the war to promote peace and cultural understanding by bringing together singers, dancers, and musicians from around the world to compete and perform. They also have major international guests like Anoushka Shankar, Rolando Villazón or Sir Bryn Terfel (an international star and a local) and, diversifying from the festival’s folk/classical roots, Nile Rogers and Van Morrison.

Heading back into town

Plas Newydd and the Ladies of Llangollen

Crossing back over the river, we walked south through the town…

Walking south through Llangollen

…to Plas Newydd.

Plas Newydd Llangollen

‘The Ladies of Llangollen’ – locally ‘The Ladies’ - were two aristocratic Irish women who lived at Plas Newydd for 50 years from 1780.

They were:-

Lady Eleanor Butler (1739-1829), daughter of the Earl of Ormonde of Castle Butler, Kilkenny. Educated in France, her family thought her ‘an over-educated bookworm.’

and

Sarah Ponsonby (1755-1831), daughter of an MP in the Irish Parliament. Orphaned as a child, Sarah lived with relatives in County Kilkenny.

The two women first met in 1768 and formed a close friendship. Over several years they developed a plan to seek a rural retreat where they could live an unorthodox life together. To avoid being forced into unwanted marriages they attempted to leave Kilkenny together in 1778 but were soon found and forced to return home. Some months later, accompanied by Sarah’s maid Mary Caryll, they left again, this time with their families’ acquiescence, if not blessing.

They crossed the Irish Sea and toured Wales, reaching Llangollen in 1780 where they bought Plas Newydd.

A bedroom Plas Newydd

Despite spending their days improving their home, walking in its grounds, planning their garden, reading and writing, but rarely going out, they somehow caught the public imagination.

The Ladies collected fireplaces and other dark wood carvings from all over the region

Visitors began to arrive. There were poets including Keats, Shelley and Byron; Lady Caroline Lamb (a distant cousin of Sarah’s) came separately from Byron; Josiah Wedgwood visited, as did his son-in-law Robert Darwin with his son Charles; the Duke of Wellington called to see them and so did Anne (Gentlemen Jack) Lister, from Halifax.

Stained glass window, Plas Newydd

Visitors were entertained and (mostly) charmed by the ladies, and in the evening sent off to stay at The Hand Hotel in Llangollen.

Servant's bedroom, Plas Newydd

For a remarkable insight into their lives, I recommend The Ladies who were Famous for Wanting to be Left Alone by American writer/academic Patricia Hampl. It can be found on Longreads by clicking the link. (it is not a very long read - 20 minutes well spent, I thought.)

A magnificently carved something, Plas Newydd

Most accounts tell upbeat tales of two women overcoming difficulties to find happiness together. There is, however, an aspect to the story Patrica Hampl mentions but briefly and others ignore. Most reports give dates of birth and death, but the eye easily glosses over those numbers. Wikipedia says the two women first met in 1768 but Butler was 29, Ponsonby only 13; two women did not meet, a women met a girl.

They left Kilkenny in 1778 to avoid being forced into unwanted marriages. For the 22-year-old Ponsonby this may have been a real concern, but at 39 Butler had probably already won that battle.

It seems The ladies kept a good table and dined well at Plas Newydd

Finally, Butler died in 1829 aged 90 whilst Ponsonby died just two years later aged 76, as though she could not cope without the woman she had depended on for so long.

On the other hand, although Eleanor was apparently the dominant partner, she was not so dominant it disrupted the ‘deep mutual respect and affection that characterised their life together.’

This signed card shows them in the riding habits top hats they affected.
Though comfortable and practical, they were undoubtedly eccentric

Today same-sex relationships are accepted, but the start of their relationship would raise ‘safeguarding issues.’ Most would agree such ‘grooming’ should lead to interventions, and their lives may then have taken very different courses. I wonder, though, whether it would have made them happier. As Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard observed, Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.

National Eisteddfod of Wales

Within sight of Plas Newydd is a stone circle. Over a thousand stone circles survive in Britain and Ireland from the Neolithic and early Bronze Ages, but this is not one of them.

Not an ancient stone circle, Llangollen

Eisteddfodau are as old as Wales, but the cod druidic ceremonial surrounding the Chairing of the Bard at the National Eisteddfod is a romantic 19th century notion of the past. The ceremony requires a stone circle, so one is built for the occasion, and usually left behind as a memento. Llangollen held the event in 1908, We saw another one in 2018 in Beaumaris on the Island of Anglesey. That post also has a bigger and grander 'Plas Newydd.'

St Collen’s Church

It is a short walk from Plas Newydd…

An old man taking a short plod in Llangollen

… to St Collen’s Church.

St Collen's Church, Llangollen

Llangollen means ‘the church of Collen’ a monk who allegedly arrived by coracle sometime in the 6th or 7th century and built a church. It is the only church dedicated to St Collen, though, Colan in Cornwall has a church of St Colanus, and there is a village of Langolen in Finistère, Brittany. He was a well-travelled monk.

In the 13th century, a new church was built on this site in Early English Gothic style. It was altered over the centuries and heavily restored in the 19th. A Grade I listed building, its hammerbeam roof is of particular note.

Hammerbeam roof, St Collen's, Llangollen

Mary Carryl died in 1808 and The Ladies buried her here with a fulsome eulogy. What Mary Carryl gained from this relationship, during her long and loyal service is unknown, but they treated her with great respect after she died.

Mary Carryl's stone, St Collen's, Llangollen

They followed in 1829 and 1831, sharing the plot and the memorial.

The graves of The Ladies and their servant

Unlike the Church of England, the Church in Wales was dis-established (hence the ‘in; rather and ‘of’) in 1920. A century later, they took advantage of being an independent member of the Anglican Community to permit the blessing of same-sex partnerships, thus dipping a toe (maybe more) into the 21st century while the C of E continues to vacillate. Appropriately the first such blessing was conducted in St Collen’s Church in 2021 by the Bishop of St Asaph. It was not conducted by the Vicar of Llangollen as he was half of the partnership being blessed.

Lynne’s Birthday Dinner

In the evening, we made the short walk to The Three Eagles in Bridge Street where we started with crusty bread, olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Such things were once unknown in rural Wales but times have changed.

A gin, some crusty bread and something to dip it in

We had chosen the Eagles mainly because it offered Stanley Jones Butchers 28-day aged Welsh rump steak. We both like an occasional steak, and two have stuck in my mind as nearing perfection. In Madeira, festa syle steak was utterly lovely (see Madeira: Eating and Drinking) while in 2007 the Abercrave (sic) Inn in Abercraf at the other end of Wales, served a rump of Welsh Black that looked bog-standard pub steak, but was actually sublime. The Jones Family raise Welsh Blacks just 4 miles from Llangollen.

I ordered my steak rare, but by altering the 'saturation' I can make it look anything from well done to raw.

And very good it was, too, though it did not quite squeeze into my very short list of Platonic Ideals. I am not sure the confit cherry tomatoes were the best accompaniment, but the chips (there are always chips) were fine and the meat was (almost) as good as it gets.

07-Sept-2023

Llangollen lacks a castle of its own, but during our wanderings we had a clear view of Castell Dinas Brân (Crow Castle) to the north of the town.

Castell Dinas Brân from beside the Dee in Llangollen

It seemed a good idea to take a look before heading home. As the crow flies, the castle is little over a kilometre from Llangollen Bridge, but the walking routes were not designed by or for crows. Also, the castle is almost 300m (980ft) above the town and the last section is very steep.

Fortunately, a minor road burrows into the hills, rounds the castle to the less steep side and passes a footpath only a 100m (330ft) below the summit.

The easy path to Castell Dinas Brân, though it is still over the hill and out of sight

Leaving the car in the parking space beside the Offa’s Dyke footpath we struggled upwards. Cameras flatten out slopes, but that does not make them easier to walk up.

Lynne struggles up towards Castell Dinas Brân

We looked down on the car, but although it is on the line of Offa’s Dyke there no dyke to see here.

Cars are parked on the left, two thirds of the way up photo. There is no sign of a dyke

Approaching the castle we passed through a gate appropriately crowned with a crow.

Fine crow, Castell Dinas Brân

The Kingdom of Powys once ruled most of what is now East Wales. There is an unbroken regnal list from the departure of the Romans in 430 up to 855, though some of the earlier rulers are ‘semi-legendary’ and their dates are best guesses.

Made it to the top! Castell Dinas Brân

Offa built his eponymous dyke around 780 to protect his Kingdom of Mercia from marauders from the west. In the 9th century Mercia was absorbed by Wessex and then became part of a newly united England in 937. In 855 Powys was annexed by the Kingdom of Gwynedd.

Llangollen from Castell Dinas Brân

While England united, Wales fractured. The 11th century saw the return of not one Kingdom of Powys but two, one northern, one southern. Unity is strength, and it was the Welsh kingdoms that now needed to defend themselves from marauders from the east. A wooden Castell Dinas Brân, built around 1200, was rebuilt in stone in the 1260s by Gruffydd Maelor II, Prince of Powys Fadog.

Edward I became King of England in 1272. After resolving hangovers from the Barons War, and some frustratingly pointless Crusading, he decided he needed to add to his portfolio. Already King of England, Lord of Ireland and Duke of Gascony, he thought Wales and Scotland looked attractive additions.

Lynne among the ruins, Castell Dinas Brân

Edward was not a pleasant man, but he was an efficient administrator and ruthless warrior. He took Wales by 1289 and would probably have taken Scotland, too, had he not died of dysentery marching north in 1307. Edward gave Castell Dinas Brân and surrounding land to John de Warenne, (who would later make such a rickets of the Battle of Stirling Bridge - see Stirling post - when Edward sent him to deal with William Wallace). De Warenne did not want a war-damaged a castle on a hill, so he left it to crumble.

Me marching through the ruins, Castell Dinas Brân

Denbighshire Council erected a board (now rather weather-damaged) showing how the castle might have looked, but making sense of the crumbling masonry as we walked among it was beyond me.

Helpful information for the visitor

There is now little left of Castell Dinas Brân, but it is certainly an atmospheric ruin.

Atmospheric ruins

Valle Crucis Abbey

Driving back round the hill and a little way north on the A452 brought us to the Abbey Church of the Blessed Virgin Mary more usually known by its Latin name Valle Crucis (in Welsh Glyn yr Groes) or in English, Valley of the Cross. The abbey was built around 1200 and the site name comes from the Pillar of Elisedd, a cross erected by Cyngen ap Cadell, King of Powys some 400 years earlier in memory of his great-grandfather, Elisedd ap Gwylog. The pillar still stands in a field beside the Abbey.

The Pillar of Elisedd, Valle Crucis

The Abbey was built by Madog ap Gruffudd Maelor the father of Gruffudd Maelor II who built Castell Dinas Brân.

Eastern end of the Abbey Church, Valle Crucis

It is tempting to think the rulers of these petty kingdoms on the far western edge of Europe, far from the centres of civilisation, were barbaric and uncouth. In some ways they were, but Valle Crucis Abbey is a fine building.

Western end of the Abbey Church, Valle Crucis

Once completed it housed sixty brethren and 20 choir monks. There were also 40 lay-members who worked in the fields and carried out the day-to-day duties.

A cloister sits next to the main church.

Cloister, Valle Crucis

Between them is what might be termed a Chapter House….

Chapter House, Valle Crucis

….from where a flight of stairs…

Stone stairs, Valle Crucis

…takes you up to a loft where they have a magnificent collection of carved gravestones.

Carved Gravestone, Valle Crucis

The finest of them bears a faded Latin inscription round the lion shield: + HIC IACET : MA/DOC’ : FIL’ : GRIFINI : DCI : VYCHAN – here lies Madog son of Gruffudd also called Fychan. Gruffudd Fychan II, as he appears on the regnal list, was the great-grandson of the founder of the abbey and the last ruler of the Kingdom of Powys (1283-c1309), by then very much a vassal state. His was also the great-grandfather of Owain Glyndŵr whose long if ultimately unsuccessful rebellion led to him claiming to be Prince of Wales from 1400 to 1415.

The Abbey dissolved itself in 1537 when Henry VIII did not think it rich enough to bother with. After that it had a chequered career, as a ruin, a manor house and a farm before finally being rescued by CADW.

And having seen Valle Crucis, we went home.

Lynne's Birthday Jaunts

2018: Harrogate

2019: Forest of Dean

2021: Liverpool

2022: Newtown

2023: Dee Valley

2024: Caernafon

Caernafon and Seguntium (coming soon)