Ganllwyd

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The Camp

This photo is fairly unique since it shows the Camp at Bryngolau, Trawsfynydd, where the Royal Artillery Summer Camp was located for 2 years from 1903 before establishing a more permanent camp 2 miles south at Bronaber in 1905, where it remained until about 1958.
A memory of Trawsfynydd contributed by Keith O'Brien

Carnival

Every year the Carnival passed through the Square, I remember being on the float with the Trawsfynydd Queen 1971/72?  I have a photo of my Mum, on a float in the Square, when she was little (that would be 1951/52?) and a photo of my younger brothers and cousin walking behind the floats all in fancy dress.  The Square in Trawsfynydd is also where I used to stand each morning to catch the bus to school in Blaenau Ffestiniog.  I only lived in Trawsfynydd for three years but the memories are many.
A memory of Trawsfynydd contributed by Linda Combe

Arthog

From early 1960s onwards:  At school in London we had 2 summer holidays at Min-y-Don. The first time we travelled by coach, we got lost and arrived in the dark.  The following year we came by train from Paddington.  We had to change at Gobowen and Ruabon, arriving late in the afternoon.  My pals and I spent all our time exploring the area, on one excursion we were dropped off at Abergwynolwyn and had to make our way back over Cader Idris. Two of us lost our bearings slightly and arrived back nearer to Dolgellau than Arthog and had to thumb a lift home. Probably wouldn't be allowed now. Walking one evening a farmer pulled up in his Land Rover and ...read more here
A memory of Arthog contributed by Alan Spillett

'The Rock Shop' 1960's

I have many fond memories of Barmouth. My parents, 2 brothers and myself spent our holidays in a caravan at Williams'. No T.V, gas light (those damn mantles!) but what wonderful times we had. We would go 'over the beach' at night armed with shrimping nets and scour the rock pools, climb over those huge rocks and cross the railway track and stroll back to the caravan to eat our chips. Does anyone remember the little girl dressed in Welsh costume giving out samples of rock outside the Rock Shop? Happy Days !!
A memory of Barmouth contributed by Madelaine Wicklen