A Trip to the Chain-Bridge, Near Bangor, and Other Parts of North Wales E-Book

anonymous

• Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

In "A Trip to the Chain-Bridge, Near Bangor, and Other Parts of North Wales," the anonymous author embarks on a vivid exploration of the natural beauty and cultural significance of North Wales during the early 19th century. Combining travel narrative, personal reflection, and keen observation, the text captures the breathtaking landscapes, rich history, and distinct local customs. The prose is imbued with a Romantic sensibility, often celebrating the sublime in nature, while also engaging in a detailed account of architectural marvels and sociocultural interactions along the journey. This work serves not only as a travelogue but also as a historical document of a time when tourism in Wales began to flourish, revealing insights into the evolving perceptions of the Welsh landscape among visitors and locals alike. The identity of the author remains obscured, yet their intimate knowledge of the region suggests a profound connection with its topography and people. This ambiguity adds to the text's allure, allowing readers to focus on the evocative descriptions and personal experiences documented throughout the journey. The context in which this travel narrative was written speaks to the broader 19th-century fascination with nature and regional exploration, as industrialization transformed the Welsh countryside. I highly recommend "A Trip to the Chain-Bridge, Near Bangor, and Other Parts of North Wales" to both lovers of travel literature and those interested in the historical landscapes of Wales. Its rich descriptions and evocative imagery will captivate readers while offering a unique perspective on a once-remote region. This book is not merely a record of places but an invitation to experience the wonders of North Wales through the eyes of an insightful traveler.

Leseprobe

Anonymous

A Trip to the Chain-Bridge, Near Bangor, and Other Parts of North Wales

Published by Good Press, 2022

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EAN 4064066150563

Table of Contents

A TRIP TO THE CHAIN-BRIDGE, &c. &c.

APPENDIX,

PENMAEN-MAWR.

PUFFIN ISLAND, OR PRIESTHOLME.

PENRHYN CASTLE.

BEAUMARIS.

BANGOR.

THE CHAIN-BRIDGE.

CARNARVON.

DOL BADERN CASTLE.

SNOWDON.

CONWAY.

CAPEL CERIG.

BEDDGELERT.

THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND.

A TRIP TO THE CHAIN-BRIDGE, &c.&c.

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I had never been in Wales beyond the border counties of Flint, Denbigh, and Montgomery, and was, of course, a stranger to the best scenery of the Principality. Business, however, required that I should visit some parts of the north-west, and as curiosity prompted me to see the new Chain-bridge over the straits of Menai, I determined upon commencing my trip from Liverpool by the Llewellyn steam-packet; and, accordingly, on Tuesday, the 26th July, about ten o’clock in the forenoon, I embarked on board that fine vessel, which was just on the point of weighing anchor. The river Mersey was a scene of general bustle, the liveliness of which was heightened by the brightness of the sun, and the beauty of a fleecy sky. A light breeze from the northward gave freshness to the air; every appearance was favourable to such an excursion as I had projected; and a goodly company, assembling on all parts of the vessel’s deck, indicated that “all the world and his wife” were in a rambling humour this summer. Amongst other objects on the river an arrival from Dublin suddenly attracted universal attention. A steam-ship came close past us with such a cargo as I never before beheld, although in the summer season there may be many such. There were probably between seven and eight hundred persons, chiefly Irish harvest-labourers, standing on the deck of the vessel, as closely packed as the crowd at a town meeting; and so much did this upper weight preponderate in the balance against the cargo (if any) below, that the vessel continually heeled, or swayed, from one side to the other to such a degree, that her gangway ladder at one moment touched a boat alongside, and at another arose out of the boatman’s reach. The crowd on board were alternately visible, as on an inclined plane, towards each shore, as if the vessel were proud of its miserable cargo, and was determined that the farmers both in Lancashire and Cheshire, should be apprized of the arrival of the poor reapers. It was an advertisement for them, free of duty. In a few minutes our engine commenced its herculean labours, and, amidst the exchange of kind wavings of the hand between us and our friends on shore, we began, not to sail, for we had no canvas extended, but, to use a sailor’s phrase, to “plough the deep.”