The Rivers of Great Britain, Descriptive, Historical, Pictorial: Rivers of the South and West CoastsVarious
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The Rivers of Great Britain, Descriptive, Historical, Pictorial: Rivers of the South and West Coasts
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Great Britain -- Description and travel; Rivers -- Great Britain
We have had the last sight of the mountains for a while when we enter
the little, rock-poised wood from which the Swallow Falls are to be
seen. The grand, solitary mass of Moel Siabod lies behind us, one
grey, far-away peak of Snowdon exhibiting itself over the lowermost
slope. Henceforth, almost to Bettws-y-Coed, the course of the Llugwy
is through a deep, rocky, and finely-wooded glen. It is Matlock on a
more magnificent scale. It is the High Tor repeating itself again and
again, in greater grandeur of scale, and with additional beauty of
surroundings. Wild nature is here clothed and softened by luxuriant
foliage, which towers up to the heights. The bare rock is visible only
where the river courses through the deep woods, which are to be seen
to most advantage from the Miners' Bridge, slanting far upward across
the river to the opposite slope--a bridge of rough sections of tree
trunk bound together, with a hand-rail of long boughs for security--a
bridge erected in an emergency, and for a temporary purpose, as one
might guess; a bridge of perilous slope, which has done good service to
more than one generation of miners, climbing up the hillside to their
daily toil.
[Illustration: _Photo: I. Slater, Llandudno._
MOEL SIABOD, FROM THE LLUGWY (_p. 211_).]
Of Bettws-y-Coed--"the Bede House in the Wood"--so much is known that
little needs in this place to be said. Here is Pont-y-Pair, and a scene
which painting has made more familiar than almost any other in these
islands. The bridge has been associated with the name of Inigo Jones,
but at least the base of the structure dates back to the fifteenth
century, being the work of a mason who must also have been a fine
architect, and who died, as it seems, before his work was complete. It
has four lofty arches, about which an ancient and gnarled ivy clings.
Below, when the water is quiet, one may see the trout dashing about
amid the pools. The river-bed is riven and torn, and full of craggy
masses. A rocky islet, on which clusters a most picturesque group of
fir trees, divides the accelerating waters, that now, after one final
battle with obstructions, sweep sharply round a curve, and shortly join
the Conway.
[Illustration: PONT-Y-PAIR.]
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