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A view of Snowdonia, from Harlech Castle
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Our third day on the road started bright
and sunny, and we were soon on the road. Our first stop was Dinas
Mawddwy ("din-nass-ma-ood-thwee"), the ancestral home of
one of our Scouts (Max, in the yellow sweatshirt). It's a tiny
slate-mining village in a beautiful mountainous countryside, and we
stayed long enough to take a picture by the village sign and listen
to a history of the area. From there, we drove over the narrow, winding roads of central
Wales to Tywyn,("too-win") on the coast, for a ride on the
Talyllyn ("tal-uh-chlin") steam
railroad. The Talyllyn
Railroad, a two-foot-three inch narrow gauge line, was built in
1865 to haul slate to the coast for shipment. It's still running the
same passenger cars, after more than a century. |
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The group, on board the Talyllyn railroad. Hopefully, this was a
strange-face contest. At least, they didn't normally look that
way.
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Our train on the Talyllyn Railroad - pulled by Duncan, of
"Thomas the Tank Engine" fame. No, not a reproduction - the
Duncan. |
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From Tywyn, it's about an hour up the coast to Harlech
Castle, still impressive in its ruins on a cliff overlooking the
Irish Sea. |
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| Of course, we made the obligatory visit to
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, on the
Isle of Anglesey. The longest railway-station sign in the UK is just
long enough for a photograph of all of the Scouts.
From Wales, it's a few hours across Britain to York. Once again,
our hosts for the night would be the Lord Mayor's Own (York) Scout
Group. |
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