Aga ffarwel

Goodbye old Aga (1968 – 2016) and diolch yn fawr.

Aga OB

The Royal Commission …

Garth Stables

Garth Stables

… on the Ancient and Historical Monuments of Wales can be found online at

I cannot believe I’ve only just found this site. It’s FABULOUS — if, like me, you love poring over truly excellent Ordnance Survey maps — proper maps — dotted with locations of the most fascinating buildings and monuments in the country.

I came across the site when I was looking for images of Garth Hall, the fantastickal Moorish folly built by Richard Mytton in 1809. Even though the house was only slightly run-down it was demolished by an enlightened and far-seeing council when I was one year old.

To get a flavour of the place, the picture above is just the stable block:

and here’s one angle of the house with the porte-cochère:

Garth Hall

Garth Hall

and for those of you who are fed up with me going on about plastic windows and flat modern glass, here’s yet more proof of how right I am:

Garth Window

Garth Window

Just look at the life in that window! Every pane reflects a different scene; each uneven pane of glass glitters and gleams with life in a way no modern flat, soulless window of plain panes could begin to match. We live in a more efficient but less beautiful age.

Yet the Revd. Mytton would gaze with wonder at the RCAHMW site (all these images are screen shots taken from the website). The maps are astonishingly detailed and you can zoom in to 500 feet, and every building or monument of interest is marked with a red dot. Highlight the red dot (rather clunkily, sadly, by using a marquee tool from the toolbar) and you can read the full listing description of the site and often see photographs of it, ancient and modern.

Here’s the area around us in Harlech. Look at the number of sites! I can see what I’m going to be doing this Easter weekend.

Historic buildings and monuments around Harlech

Historic buildings and monuments around Harlech

You may question what historic buildings and monuments might be found in the sea. That occurred to me too. They are the wrecks of the good ships Castilian, Turkestan and Charlotte, as well as a Supermarine Spitfire XVI TE435.

I had no idea.



Our poor old 1907 weathervane rusted into place over 40 years ago, the wind always coming from the East South East.


I found some wonderful weathervanes online, made to order. I scrolled through and found a Welsh Dragon — perfect for Murmur-y-Don. It wasn’t cheap at all, but I bit my lip and ordered it.

When it came, I was delighted. It was galvanised to protect it against the salt air and breezes we get on this coast, and it was white, all ready to be painted scarlet. Which I did; coat after coat after coat.

We took it up to Harlech and got a guy to take the old weathervane down. He went up, came down, and went away to get his mate. After half a day the two of them struggled down with the monster.

We compared the old and new weathervanes.

Old WV: 5 foot 5 inches tall, weight three-quarters of a hundredweight.

New WV: 2 foot tall, weight nine pounds.

Much shaking of heads.

So here’s the old weathervane sandblasted, painted with white Hammerite and reinstalled.


At least we know where the wind is coming from now.

The little Red Dragon WV will be installed on the garage all in good time.

Plastic Guttering

Don’t I cover the most thrilling subjects?

In the week that Pont Briwet reopens after being closed for 20 months and almost crippling the local economy, I’m going to write about gutters.

For years I have been hankering after cast-iron gutters hand-made by J & J W Longbottom of Huddersfield. I bought my air bricks from them, and they cost a fortune. But I can see they will last my lifetime plus a century more.

Longbottom’s gutters do, however, cost ten to twenty times as much as their nasty plastic alternative. And they need to be painted with red oxide primer, then Hammerite, then undercoat, then whatever gloss colour I choose — twice. Then that has to be repeated every two to three years.

I had the soffits round the kitchen replaced with wooden soffits. I undercoated the boards twice, then gloss painted with three coats. I then left them to dry for a year, not because I wanted to but because the bloke I’d employed to put them up never showed. I chased and chased. He wouldn’t answer his phone, his email, letters, anything.

Finally, 14 months later, he confessed he’d gone to work full time for Lord Harlech, the bloke who used to fix my Aga. He delegated the job to his mate Charley.

Charley was a right Charley. He reckoned the job would take three days. I paid him in advance. It took him six days, and I think even I would have done a better job. He used ordinary steel nails to hammer the fascias home. We’re on top of a cliff overlooking the sea, ff sake. You breathe salt here.

By the time I saw the finished job, a week later, all the nails had rusted. I don’t know what I can do. I won’t let that man near my house again.

Of course he’d broken all the gutters in taking them down. I simply do not have the cash for the superb Longbottom guttering, so I bought some cheap white uPVC gutters from Huws Gray down the road in Dyffryn Ardudwy.

I put them up myself. May I repeat that? I PUT THEM UP MYSELF. Me! He who splinters wood by glancing at it. He who thinks nothing of emptying a priceless box of brass screws down an immovable drain cover. He who is frightened of heights on the second rung of a ladder. I did it!

It was surprisingly easy, aided by the fact that the gutter round the kitchen is so low I could fit it standing on the good solid ground. Also aided by the fact that plastic guttering is incredibly easy to work. It took me just over an hour, and can I tell you? — it looks great. You couldn’t tell it from cast iron.

Until you touch it, of course.


You’l need a strong stomach for this one. You’ll be able to read about our constant

— altercations with aunts, Andrew, animals, authors …

— battles with the builders, the bin men, the Barclay twins, the bank, burrowing mammals, BT …

— confrontations with the council, the clergy, the Co-Op, the castle …

— disputes with the doctor, the dentist, the drain man, the dietician …