Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 12, 2026

Another election reflection: yn dathlu yr enill

On Saturday I went down to Cardiff Bay as I heard there was a celebratory photo planned on the steps of the Senedd. You'll have seen better photos than this, but here's mine


I got there early. So did the media.


It was great being there and meeting so many people I campaigned with. It was selfie time!





A decent-sized crowd had gathered by the time the new Senedd members came out. There were loud cheers. Rhun ap Iorweth made a speech. He then spoke to the media but had to stop because the crowd started singing the anthem. 

After the big official photo and the speech, I got some photos with sparkly new Senators! (Justin took these)



Sara was soon doing a media interview.


Later that day I was very lucky to be in the Siambr when Sara took her oath and officially became a member of the Senedd. 



The celebrating wasn't over - in the evening the campaigners in Sara's constituency were having a gathering, and I was invited along.


Heledd Fychan gave the opening thank you speech and made the astute observation that "there are no 'Plaid Cymru heartlands' any more. That really struck me as a great summary of how big the victory was.

Sara also spoke and read a slightly updated version post-win version of her poem that featured on a Plaid Cymru advert during the campaign.


Looking back, a couple of days later, it's almost hard to believe I was there watching such special moments. As a way of marking the end of such a busy and unusual week, it was immense.

Thursday, March 12, 2026

Book of the Month: A History of Wales

I have two personal connections with this book. Firstly, this copy belonged to my Dad. According to the note inside the cover he bought this in 1994, which was the year it was first published in English in paperback by Penguin. 


This is one of the few books I took from the vast collection of books that Dad left behind when he passed away unexpectedly seven years ago. There was a bookmark in it at page 505, which for a while I thought was the point where he had stopped reading. But actually it was a marker for a short bit about the Christian revival of 1904 - an event my Dad was very interested in. 

So, I'm not sure if my Dad ever finished reading the whole book. But I have. I was prompted to read it by my second personal connection with the book - recently I've got to know Anna, one of the daughters of the late author, John Davies. 

Anna is standing for election to the Senedd and is top of the electoral list for Plaid Cymru in our area. We were out canvassing one morning and she mentioned seeing a copy of her father's book in a second hand shop. I asked what the book was, thought that it sounded familiar, and later went and dug it out of the stack of inherited books in my office.

Anna gets an anonymous passing mention in the author bio. 


Anna has also told me that it was the first book that Penguin published in Cymraeg. (And it was also a lot longer than originally planned!)

The opening few chapters are easy to read at pace because, truthfully, there isn't much that is easily verifiable in Wales's history up until the Norman invasion. The paucity of Celtic relics from Wales compared to Anglo-Saxon relics from England is down to the Christian faith of the Welsh who unlike the pagan Saxons didn't fill the graves of their dead with stuff that could be dug up years later by archaeologists. So the story rattles along quite quickly.

The few written records of Welsh history from before and during the Norman occupation of Wales are frequently fanciful. John describes the unreliability of one chronicler, Nennius, in a slightly waspish fashion saying: "where it is possible to prove the correctness of Nennius's material, it is clear that his ignorance was monumental."

There are several similar sardonic comments. Regarding the legend that St David raised up a small hill to stand on so he could more clearly address his followers, John points out that in the very hilly area of Ceredigion, "it would be difficult to conceive of any miracle more superfluous". When discussing the 19th century growth of holiday resorts on the North Wales coast, he unambiguously says Rhyl "attracted a less middle-class type of tourist" than Llandudno.

While this is a history of Wales, it's not really a beginner's history. I was glad to have a rough sense of Welsh history already, as several people and events are referred to in throwaway fashion - the reader is expected to know what happened to David, brother of Prince Llewelyn the Last, with two oblique references to his execution in Shrewsbury, without any more detail given. This trait gets more frequent as the book progresses. 

I think the favourite factoid I learned from this book was that to encourage Welsh people to emigrate to America in the 18th century, a story was invented of a Welshman called Madog who sailed west centuries before Columbus and landed in the New World. Madog's descendents were a Welsh-speaking tribe living in the American hinterland, known as the Madogwys. This led to a Welsh explorer setting out to find the Madogwys and along the way he became the first European to map the Missouri River. 

That story is amusing but it shows how powerful stories can be. Earlier in the history, John writes about the growth in Welsh poetry and how the poets reframed the subjugating defeats of Welsh leaders in "a cry against the extinction of identity and against the tyranny of fact." It's an evocative turn of phrase and captures how people have always wanted to describe the world as it should be, rather than how it is.

In later chapters, where there are more reliable sources to draw from, the overall narrative gets a bit bogged down in numbers. It's instructive to compare the numbers of people employed in the coal industry between one generation and the next but there are several such comparisons - numbers of Welsh-born inhabitants, number of Welsh speakers, number of people employed on the land, number of tons of coal extracted and exported, and so on. It all gets a bit statty and less easy to read.

Overall the theme of the book is about identifying the historical processes that resulted in Wales being Wales, an entity different yet thoroughly influenced by England. This uniqueness has survived numerous obvious and non-obvious pressures, from outright conquest through to the conforming pressure of militant socialism in the miner's unions. 

The history of the Welsh language is similarly a history of pressure, again not always from obvious sources. I was unaware of how anti-Cymraeg the unions were in the 19th and 20th centuries. I was struck by the irony that top-down repression of Cymraeg was less effective than the movement that preached solidarity among the workers, effectively the people of Wales robbing themselves of their language.

This (first) edition of the book was published in 1994 and the last chapter covers the discussions about a Welsh parliament in the 1960s and the failed devolution referendum of 1979. There was a second edition published in 2007, by which time Wales had an Assembly and its own devolved government. Proof perhaps that history hasn't stopped. I would like to see what got added to the second edition. 

The final few paragraphs of the version I read - before devolution happened - outline the hope that the Welsh nation will continue to endure, as it had despite everything. The last page or so are very Yma O Hyd in theme and I found it uplifting. It made me happy to think that only a handful of years after the author concluded writing his history, steps had been taken to further safeguard and establish the nation of Wales.

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Book of the Month: Rebecca's Country


The 'Rebecca Riots' in south-west Wales in the 1840s have always fascinated me - the theatre of the piece, men dressing as women to disguise themselves, converging in the dead of night on toll-gates and smashing them to pieces, with the group leader designated as 'Rebecca' all seems fantastical. It's a credit to historian Rhian E. Jones, that she manages to write a solidly-researched and grounded account of the events with a story-tellers grace that loses none of the theatre. 

The Rebecca Riots weren't just riots. It was a multi-faceted popular uprising against a series of injustices perpetrated by the rich and powerful against the poor and powerless. There were some actual riots, including the storming of the Carmarthen workhouse, but most of the actions were carefully planned and targeted attacks that dismantled the apparatus of oppression - the toll gates - while retaining sympathy among the wider population. 

And there is some story to tell. These mobs featured hundred of individuals, led by a 'Rebecca', sometimes accompanied by her daughters. The origins of her name are unknown and there are a few plausible theories. Rebecca and her followers struck in the middle of the night. And they carried on taking down toll gates and toll houses even as thousands of armed troops were billeted across Carmarthenshire to try and snuff out a rebellion that even troubled Queen Victoria and the ministers of the Crown in far off London. 

Rhian takes a scholars eye to paint a compelling picture of what life was like in rural, yet cosmopolitan, south west Wales. Carmarthen was a large and important market town. The many farms and manors around it were considered idyllic and peaceful. So, for a movement that upset social conventions - with "women" leading the fray - as much as it upset the political status quo to erupt here of all places really shook up the wider establishment in the UK. The 'peaceable' Welsh were causing mayhem and that scared the people in power. 

It's quite clear from the way the book is framed that Rhian Jones sympathises with the righteousness of the Rebeccaites cause, although she stops short of explicitly approving of their methods. It's hard not to read this book and feel on Rebecca's side. But Rhian is very fair-handed writing about the land-owners,  magistrates and generals trying to stop the chaos. She is also greatly helped by the columns written by a Times journalist who became embedded in the Rebecca movement and was thus able to explore the grievances and motivations of the people in real time - this was probably one of the earliest pieces of journalism from a 'front line' in a conflict. 

Rhian also avoids the temptation to draw any direct parallels with current politics or contemporary issues. Those would quickly render this story out of date; instead I think this book will remain relevant. The story of how the movement lost momentum, became the locus for bad faith actors who turned it to their own criminal advantage, and eventually petered out when some limited reforms were introduced is, in it's own way, timeless. 

Rhian's conclusion, though, was something I found inspiring: "The extent of their success is perhaps less important than the fact that they made the attempt." That is the key to why the mysterious Rebecca and her followers are remembered at all. 

Tuesday, August 26, 2025

STEAM - the Great Western Railway museum


I mentioned visiting STEAM in Swindon in my bank holiday sports round up. Here are a few more bits and pieces that caught my eye there.

STEAM is housed in one of the Great Western Railway's former foundry buildings. The railway engineering works was pivotal to the growth of Swindon as a large town, although that industry has disappeared now. Most of the former locomotive works is now the outlet shopping village next door.

The museum starts with several exhibits explaining how the foundry worked and its importance in the area. I went through those parts fairly quickly to get to the more exciting stuff - the steam engines.

There were several locos in the museum, including no.6000 King George V. Fun fact: my Dad had a model of this on his model railway when we were kids and I think my brother still has it.


Dad also had a pannier tank engine, and so did the museum. Different scales of course.


One of the highlights was going underneath a loco and being able to look up and see the interior workings.




I thought this Wickham inspection trolley was a fun, unusual item.


The Welsh connection to the GWR is huge because the railway absorbed almost all the Welsh railway companies. Four of the companies are on these plaques.


And there were several other Welsh themed exhibits.




The GWR did a lot to publicise Wales and the West Country as a tourist destination. 


The GWR also owned several road vehicles. The museum had restored this old fire engine.



And I liked this Scammell tractor unit.


STEAM is also the venue for several Lego events during the course of the year and so, naturally, there was a Lego train too.


All in all a decent way to spend a morning in Swindon.

Wednesday, July 02, 2025

Long hot summer - June 2025

June is probably my favourite month of the year. Long nights. Warm weather. It's usually busy. And it definitely was this year! 

It marked the end of the football season. I saw both Wales women's and men's team playing within a few days of each other to round off my season.

One of the big life events of the month was replacing dear old Marco the Polo. I'm now droving a Mazda 3, in "soul red" (their name for it) and we've called him Vincent. 


Here's a picture of Vincent looking suave and a teeny bit sandy on our holiday in North Wales at the end of the month.


My first long distance trip in Vincent was to Swindon because the British Thematic Association was holding its AGM at Swinpex, the annual stamp show of the local philatelic society. This year we had a presentation about daffodils, but there was surprisingly little Welsh content in the display. There was some, though.


Speaking of flowers, I went along to the Grangetown History Society's talk about Grange Gardens on the park's 130th Anniversary.


It was very interesting seeing pictures of the Gardens when they were newly opened, and also when it was turned into vegetable patches during World War 2.

There was even a cake, provided by the Friends of Grange Gardens. 


I've already mentioned our week on holiday in North Wales, where we encountered butterflies on Anglesey and played underground golf! 

But on the way back we stopped in Shrewsbury. Joy, our eldest niece, had her birthday during the week before we popped in, so we were able to give her some presents.

She so big now!

We arrived back home with just two days of the month left. On the last Sunday of the month we went to a big print fair at Chapter Arts Centre. 


I really liked this big print, but decided I didn't have the wall-space to do it justice!

And then on the last night of June, I accepted Sara's invitation to an event with Rhun Ap Iorweth, leader of Plaid Cymru. He was a very engaging speaker and came across as honest and realistic. I liked him. (He was funny too. When I told him I'd driven past his office in Llangefni a couple of days before, he told me I should have popped in!)

Sara is standing as one of the Plaid candidates in her area in next year's Senedd election. It was great to meet some of the other Plaid members who will be helping her try to get elected. 



And that was a wrap for a busy month!

Saturday, November 02, 2024

Monthly round up - October 2024

It feels like winter has suddenly arrived. The clocks have gone back. It's getting dark as I finish work. And all of a sudden it's November! Time for a review of the month just gone. 

The week before the clocks went back I was working on a filming project in various locations around Barry. It included some shooting on the Knap at sunset, so I got some lovely photos. 

The film will tell the story of Jacob, one of the young people involved in the programme I work in. We were a great little team, with our freelance videographer, Sarah, and my colleague Rhys joining us for the second day of filming. We finished on Barry Island, where else. 



In other work-related news, I had a great time meeting up with Heather who I worked with for seven years in the diabetes network. Heather has now retired and when we met up for lunch in Cardiff Bay, we had such good weather it was sunny enough for us to sit outside!


Our good friend Clare had a big number birthday (40) and we made her pose for a photo with us at her birthday party.


Another former work colleague, Ruth, was at the party too. We worked together a long time ago in the comms team at Care for the Family. 


A fairly random highlight from the month was going to an evening presentation by the Grangetown History Society. It was about the massive gasworks that used to exist not very far from our house. If you go to Ikea, you can still see the steel skeleton of one of the massive gasometers. I was a bit late getting to the talk, so have borrowed this picture of the presenter from my friend, Fiona.


In addition to lots of archive pictures of the area, there was a useful explanation about how a gasworks functioned, and how they produced gas by burning coal at a very high temperature without much oxygen. There were hundreds of miles of pipes transporting the gas all across Cardiff and as far as Pontypridd. It was used for street-lighting and domestic and industrial use. 


I made it to my second monthly Keep Grangetown Tidy litter pick in a row. I'm not sure why we all stood around the post-box for the group photo. 


The litter-pick had been postponed by a week because of a storm. As someone said, if we had gone out on the original date it would have been more of a litter-chase than a litter pick!

I collected some big items, including a large abandoned suitcase. I'm pretty sure it didn't have a body in although to be honest, I didn't dare check. 


But my biggest prize was the entire front of a car. Clearly someone had had a shunt and they decided not to take their bumper home. Instead they dumped it on a piece of waste ground next to the road. 


Anyway, that sets a new high bar for ridiculous finds on a litter-pick, overtaking the abandoned aquarium I picked up once. 

Our house has been an ongoing project since February. We now have the replastered hallway and landing painted! We have also had some carpentry work done. There is one last big bit to do - sorting a new understairs cupboard and putting down new flooring in the hallway. It feels like we are on the home straight. I'm really hoping we can get it sorted in time for Cathy's birthday.

And finally, my football round up. I went to five games in October - three at Barry Town, one at Cardiff Draconians, and the Women's European Championship Qualifying play-off between Wales and Slovakia. At one of the Barry Town games I met the new club mascot, Derek the Dragon. 



I went to the Wales game with Sara. It was our first game together since watching Penrhiwceiber Rangers win their league title back in May. 



I also earned a Futbology badge for my 75th game at Jenner Park. Happily, it was a game that Barry won. 


And here is my running total for the season so far!