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The Battle for Marchlyn River – a little-known Snowdonia war

Saturday, May 28th, 2011
Marchlyn Mwr Reservoir
Marchlyn Mawr Reservoir

Across the valley from my house in Snowdonia, about 2km away, is the Marchlyn Reservoir which feeds the hydro-electric power station inside Elidir, known locally as the Electric Mountain. What used to be a just a natural lake has been transformed into a reservoir which provides power rapidly on demand to the National Grid in an amazing 15 seconds. The used water ends up in Llyn Peris in Llanberis and is pumped back overnight using off-peak electricity. The difference in electricity prices makes it commercially viable.

Long before hydo-electric power had even been conceived as a notion, the area was the subject of a bitter dispute. The development of the two slate quarries at Dinorwig (in Llanddeiniolen parish, owned by the Faenol Estate) and Bethesda (Llandegai Parish, owned by the Penrhyn Estate) in the late 18th century began two hundred years of what at times became fierce rivalry. The infamous ‘battle for Marchlyn River’ is but one example. The dispute arose because although the river’s source was Marchlyn Lake located in Llanddeiniolen), it at one point flowed briefly in and out of Llandegai Parish.

In the 1830s, the Penrhyn Estate decided that it wanted the water to run a mill a mile or so down the valley in the direction of Bethesda. The Faenol Estate was incensed as the river water already ran a mill near Deiniolen (or Ebenezer as it was called then). The two estates had a difficult relationship at the best of times but as the Penrhyn Estate began to build a substantial leat (a trench or ditch that conveys water to a mill wheel) to take the water down towards Bethesda, things got extremely heated, indeed violent at times.

The dispute became so fierce that the Bishop of Bangor had to intervene. It was eventually agreed (after much litigation and counter litigation) to place a stone known as the ‘Heater Stone’ at the exact spot where the river was split. The name derives from the Welsh ‘Carreg Hetar’. The ‘Heater’ refers to the shape of the stone which resembles an old iron for pressing clothes.
Hearter stoneThe Bishop’s Coat of Arms was carved onto the top of the stone (which you cannot now see as the wall has since been built above it). Now the water had to be shared – a period for one estate then for the other.  The Heater Stone swivelled on its base restricting the supply to Bethesda to power the mill in Deiniolen or visa-versa. The stone even became an early tourist attraction.

Heater stone todayIf you look closely at the stone today you will be able to see rope marks on it where horses were used to swivel it into the appropriate positions. Today a wall has been built over the stone which marks the boundary between the parish of Llanddeiniolen (which Trosgol is located) and the neighbouring parish of Llandegai. An old boundary stone can be seen just above the Heater Stone.

It’s worth a visit as you may also find the cave in which King Arthur’s treasure was left. It is said to be “a source of bedazzlement to the wanderer who sees it, and of disaster to the pilferer who touches it.” You are warned!

(With grateful thanks to Gareth Roberts who told me the story and provided the photographs). Do take a moment to click on his amazing night photography

What a difference a day makes!

Monday, January 11th, 2010

Last week I spent finishing off an essay and revising for exams due to start today (11 Jan). I had spent about four hours revising on Saturday morning when I suddenly became aware of someone calling, although I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I ignored it for a while but eventually went to investigate. To my horror I found Christine lying on the ground clearly in serious pain. The medical professional in her was still operating and she said, ‘Call an ambulance and tell them I’ve broken my right tib and fib. Then bring me a duvet, a pillow and two paracetemols.’ As I say, ever professional!

Loading Christine into the air ambulance

Loading Christine into the air ambulance

The paramedic who came was great but said we couldn’t get an ambulance up our drive (we’re still snowbound) and called the air ambulance. In less than four minutes from take off she was at Ysbyty Gwynedd!

Since then it’s been a whirlwind! It turns out that Christine’s diagnosis was accurate but only part of the story. It was a very bad break in several places and her knee and tibial plateau (whatever that is) has been damaged as well. She had a CT scan this afternoon and the Consultant Surgeon has decided to do the operation to pin and plate tomorrow as it will be a long job and he wants to be fresh. I’ll drink to that!

In the words of the song, What a difference a day makes. From immersion in University exam revision to hospital visits, running things at Trosgol, trying to keep everyone informed, walk the dog, and worry for Wales. Well I shouldn’t, but I do. I even managed to get lost on a 7 mile journey I’ve done hundreds of times!

One thing I am overwhelmed by is people’s kindness. From friends at Church, University friends, Facebook friends, everyone is universally caring. I can’t think very straight at present and people have spotted needs and come up with specific offers. One friend has taken our Welsh Collie Rhosyn for a few days as she is completely confused by Christine’s absence and I have to shut her in while I am in the hospital. I’ve been inundated with offers of meals – I’m torn between pretending to be a New Man, equally at home in the kitchen and accepting the offers. Actually with my fried brain at present, I think the offers win! Also, a couple of pals, Robin and Paul, have regularly rung up just to check I’m OK.

Thanks to the more than 50 people who have sent good wishes and prayers on Facebook, the 37 people who’ve sent texts and those who’ve rung. I have to say that if ever I’m asked to do one of those vacuous interviews where people list all sorts of things about themselves; when it gets to the question, ‘What is the greatest human attribute?’ – I’ll answer in a heartbeat – kindness.

2010, essays and snow.

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Oh no! How can I have missed a whole month of my blog and record of life at Bangor University? Well, it’s mostly about the fact that I need every moment I’m not eating, sleeping or performing bodily functions to work on Uni projects.

You see, I came late to the realisation that I have to initiate my work and mustn’t just wait to for it to be assigned. That long list of books we were given is there for a reason. So, about six weeks into the semester I realised that the majority of my knowledge was going to come with what I read myself and make notes on. Only a relatively small amount was going to come via lectures and seminars. I’m sure to most people that would be, as Basil Fawlty elegantly put it, a statement of the “bleedin’ obvious”. However, I’ve done two more essays since then with encouraging marks resulting so it looks like I’ve got the idea at last.

These Christmas ‘holidays’ have been anything but. Apart from enjoying some family time (and our new HD tv) I’ve been working on the world’s most tedious essay about why Britain industrialised earlier than Germany. I should be doing the finishing touches now, but any distraction is welcome. All that’s left is an essay about Charles V, a Welsh assignment and revision for four exams starting in 8 days.  Take me now, Lord!

View of Moel Eilio from our living room on Christmas day

View of Moel Eilio from our living room on Christmas day

We’ve been a bit distracted by the snow up here at Trosgol – not that deep, but our drive became an impassible glassy slope which necessitated a commando raid on a roadside grit bin.

I’ve been reflecting on some of the blogs and Facebook updates I’ve seen and the general concensus seems to be negative about 2009. I can’t say I share that view and I’m optimistic about 2010 as well. I’m aware that I’m an incurable optimist but I’ve made six loopy, caring, space-cadet, supportive friends who are on the same courses at Bangor and they’ve taught me a lot. I’m loooking forward to Father Josh’s stories of a more eventful life of 20 years than mine of three times that number. I miss winding up Gary – mind you, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. Quiet Joe’s radical politics stir me up; Rhonwen’s patience with me as I ask for yet another phrase in Welsh; Jen who gets so worked up about things and finally Neil Messerschmitt who pretends to be a Yid Army (Spurs supporters) hooligan hard man, but in reality is a completely kind softy (with an infinite capacity for beer). Incidentally, he had a tattoo of a verse from Psalm 23 in Welsh a week or so before Christmas – how cool is that!

I’ve decided on a New Year resolution: at least two blogs per month. We’ll see.