This meeting was organised by Dr Hywel Wyn Owen. A report is in Nomima 23, 167–169.
The bus crossed the Menai Suspension Bridge onto Anglesey, skirted the town of Menai Bridge, went in the direction of Llanfair Pwllgwyngyll, and then crossed back to the mainland via the Britannia Bridge. The A487 took us to Caernarfon via Y Felinhli (Port Dinorwig) and on to Bontnewydd and Llanwnda, where we followed the A499 to Clynnog. Here the bus stopped to allow us to visit the Church of St Bueno and Clynnog Fawr. After doubling back a little, we took a minor road to Pen-y-groes to pick up the B4418, passed through Tal-y-sarn, Nantile and Drys-y-coed and at Rhydd-ddu went south along the A4085 to Beddgelert (where there was a short stop). We returned from Beddgelert via Nant Gwynant, Pen-y-gwryd, the Llanberis pass, Nant Peris, Llanberis and at Cwn-y-glo took the B4547 to go down Nant-y-garth and joined the A487 once more and so back to Bangor.
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| View of Anglesey from University | Sunset over Anglesey |
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| St Bueno's Church | on the way to Beddgelert |
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| Beddgelert | Beddgelert |
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| Beddgelert | Llanberis Pass |
A Pleasant Babbling of Bangor
by Peter Kitson
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Upon the ridge at Bangor Onomasts met to confer. From one's seventh-floor bedroom Views of Menai's bridges loom. Patrons of the meals are called, Early, Ceri(s), late, Oswald (Who found work for willing hands In exhibiting townlands). Semi-subterraneous The hall where dons harangue us; Assembling there, we welcome A prime minister's old Mum. A culinary head-crest Bars a babe from bliss so blest. The first speaker amply charts (Not a subject for fainthearts! ) Long-diminishing outreach Of the realm of Welsh in speech. Next morning's audience sat Through some bright Saxon chit-chat. Winged-pig-stickers' thews were steeled For a horror at Lichfield. A surnamer then refers To suffix-blends from Flanders. Sevenpence farthing was conferred On harpers for king Edward. Next was screened Aubrey's long-lost Place-name list where few were glossed. Young Maggie was cunning-quick To scotch false dreams of Privick. 1300's fashion's fire Blazed brightly in Morenfair, Whom you were most like to see In Abergavenny. Wilkes' son displayed from Mormons Thirty myriads of Jones. There lulled the eye after tea Deforested Ardudwy; Night-built cots in Conwy saw A census of sycamore. A Welsh bass uttered remarks Interposed with question-marks Whence bold hearers understood Deheubarth's mustered monkhood. Rain and mist had laved our way Till sun shone bright all Sunday. The annual general meeting Was not a contentious thing. Next question, What was Bromswold? Sanders thought we should be told. A Black Gentile (tied) embossed Phonology of Tarbost, |
Triple-cluster-reduction Where his sibilant speech shone. Next report's from John T. Koch: International outlook For what wilder Celts we'll see In Oswald's new century. From the lecture-hall we skip For pleasures of a coach-trip; To restrain the surging throngs, Ecclesiastic dog-tongs. Hound-management no less curt Brings riches to Beddgelert (Rhyme-slang may communicate Why the coach thence started late). When we finally were fed, Come yn ol i Wernyfed, False gods, and a goddess too, Strove with St. Bartholomew While demons like a screech-owl In the British tongue could howl (The height of numeracy 183). Put fourpence in an alms-chest And you got health for your beast. Healths for humans were forthright On the seventh floor by night, Furnished with swift-whisked uplift By an overvocal lift. Our champion of commerce His day's takings did rehearse. This weekend they were splendid: In one day two thousand quid. Place-names drawn in landscape Put him in this healthy shape. Connoisseurs of car-tapes pick Fervour of westwork music. Boston imparts the concourse Hypernemetonic force. Storytellers countersign Land, sea, air, and O Corrain. A Borth train-traveller fits Her life into ten minutes. Since one weekend's not lifelong, Now nears time to close my song; Prophetic rumour expects Mixed likes for next year's prospects: Pay early and pay often For fine times in Isle of Man. The chorus chants until then, Diolch 'n fawr i Hywel hen. |