A few short posts to wrap up a successful incursion into North East Wales (an entirely GBG construct), as you can see here;
Looking at the gaps, you may surmise I’m leaving the best ’till last, and you’d be right. I’ll be off to Rhyl for it’s wonderful sunsets and famed professional drinkers later in July.
On this trip it was a first visit to Rhosllannerchrugog, a village I always confuse in my mind with Pontcysyllte, for indiscernible reasons. Pont has the aqueduct, Rhos has the ancient stone circle.
The pub is actually in Ponciau, but for the blog title I wanted to stick to place names I could spell. The villages are virtually contiguous.
It’s a very Welsh looking place, indeed the Welsh language is still spoken by a fair number of residents. It feels a million miles away from increasingly homogenised Wrexham with its Spoons, Joules and Crafty Dragons.
Sadly, there’s plenty of dead pubs on display. Even Ann Summers (alternative folk artist) and Male Stripper (ditto) can’t save the Horse and Jockey.
The Coach & Horses also stands forlorn, despite Bass livery and the company of some cutting edge street art next door.
Luckily, civic pride survives in the magnificent Stiwt Theatre,
and a full collection of churches.
For today’s musical interlude, here’s some uplifting organ from inside the Mynydd Seion Congregational Chapel.
The Colliers Arms looks like a pub designed the Church, in the best possible sense.
A bit of a classic ale line-up here. I hope you can name them all as I’ve lost my notes. I’m sure I had an excellent Facers for £2.60 a pint. I miss Facers in Salford.
What stood out is the good mix of custom in the pub on a Sunday afternoon, giving a pleasantly relaxed feel to enjoy a drink and some odd sport with misshaped balls.
Eagle-eyed readers will spot the presence of a certain award winning pub a couple of miles south which I’ve helpfully marked on the OS Map for you. You can walk between the two in 40 minutes, but I bet Si won’t.