Up on the Denbigh Moors, not far from Pentrefoelas, is the idyllic little moorland lake of Llyn Alwen. Alwen is one of a cluster of lakes and reservoirs in the area, the largest of which is the 1970s creation Llyn Brenig, an artificial reservoir which drowned a valley and is surrounded by prehistoric monuments. Near Llyn Brenig sit the Aled Isaf Reservoir, Llyn Aled, the tiny Llyn Bran, and the large Alwen Reservoir (so called, presumably, because it was created from the Afon Alwen.) Afon Alwen flows from the tear-drop shaped Llyn Alwen, and this is where Ty'n Llyn (House in the Lake) sits, on the broad northern end of the 'tear.'
Little is mentioned about Ty'n Llyn (Ordnance Survey Grid Reference SH 8978 5685) online, except for a few photographs taken by others who have passed this way. The house exists on the 1888-1913 map, complete with boathouse and jetty, but it's likely many years older than this. The jetty is no longer visible, although a line can be seen underwater on aerial views. It doesn't seem quite like a farm to me, though. The place has very few outbuildings, including the boathouse, a small outbuilding at the back, and a small shed off to the side. There are no big barns. The boathouse itself seems to indicate a certain degree of luxury and privilege. On the other hand, the house is relatively small. It's a good house, and would be large for a hafod (a small house for farming during the summer months), but it's no luxury mansion.
I walked over to Ty'n Llyn from Llyn Aled, and this was a very rough walk over unforgiving moorland of knee-high tussocks of grass and occasionally thigh high rushes. Falls were frequent, but luckily onto very soft, often wet, ground. I was a little lower than the footpath marked. Perhaps the land would have been better if I'd been on the path. The walk of about two kilometres from Llyn Aled and the same back, with a swift look around the house, took me two hours in all. I was pleased to make it, with a bad back, sore knees, and sore shoulder, although I was almost at the point of turning back when I finally got my first glimpse of the lake over the undulating ground. There appears to be a track to the lake leading from the west side, joining the B5113, which is a long walk, but might be an easier one. All the land for either walk is Right to Roam land, with the track being marked as public access.
See a short video of the house here.
My first sight of Llyn Alwen, after panting and stumbling through very rough terrain. The house can be seen in the cluster of trees to the right.
The house almost seems to have been situated just to make a perfect photograph.
The house set back from the lake, with the boathouse close to the shore.
The only other outbuilding in front of the house is this small shed, off to one side.
The house itself is of a rather beautiful construction, typical of two-storey farmhouses in this area.
The front wall of the boathouse has quite a slant to it. This appears to be by design, unless it's a peculiar form of subsidence.
The boathouse, with slit windows in the walls and a door at the end facing the house.
Inside the boathouse, one of the beams over the door is still in good shape. It's been suggested that the ring in the beam might have been for use with a pully, to haul the boat in.
Not much remains of the roof but a few timbers.
The front of the boathouse opens up with a wide doorway onto the lake. Fallen roof timbers can be seen to the side. You can see in this photo how the wall seems to widen out towards the base, which perhaps accounts for the slant.
Fallen slates and roof timbers inside the boathouse.
One of the small slit windows, from inside the boathouse.
Inside the boathouse, looking through the wide door to the lake.
Some of the remaining roof timbers against the sky.
The doorway into the boathouse, from outside.
The boathouse, surrounded by rushes, looking out over the lake.
The only other mostly-intact outhouse is this small shed, evidently still used in some way by the farmer.
The roof of this shed is falling in. Inside there are partitions for farm work.
The front of the house, looking towards the smaller rooms away from the main room.
Some of the house roof is in relatively good condition, but deteriorating over the windows.
Perhaps this was something of an understairs space, but it appears to be relatively modern, considering the materials used.
A little of the ceiling remains for this main room downstairs, and the walls still have some of their whitewash. The fireplace has a rather lovely beam, the beam and the sides of the fireplace all being painted black.
A glimpse of the ceiling above, with some of the original joists.
Much of the kitchen range still survives, with the brick surround built into the fireplace.
A dead sheep lay in front of the fireplace, a gruesome and bizarre sight, because it looks as though it lay down in front of the fire for warmth. The smell wasn't exactly inviting.
Presumably once this would have been a big open fire, and was later adapted to a more efficient fire with stoves for cooking.
A crushed - something - on the floor. I'm not sure what this once was.
A view of some of the larger beams making up the first floor, now rotting away.
The roof above, partly repaired with corrugated iron. Perhaps if more of these houses were treated in this way, they could be preserved for longer.
It's easy to see how much better the interior has survived to the left, under the corrugated iron, compared with on the right, where the slates have fallen.
A doorway leads from the possible scullery out of the back of the house. Fallen slates from the roof are piled up on their sides in the doorway.
I was enthralled looking at these. What a beautiful place. Your photos capture the atmosphere. I'd love to time travel and see who lived there.
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Thank you very much :-)
DeleteMy great grandfather lived here , Evan Owen together with his wife Maggie , they had 6 children including my grandfather. Evan was killed in an accident in 1922 when his horse and cart overturned , as it was a tied house the family were removed from the house the next day as the children were too young to take on their fathers work
ReplyDeleteThat's so sad to lose a husband/father, livelihood and home in one fell swoop.
DeleteGosh, that must have been absolutely awful for the whole family. It's terrible how harsh life can be sometimes. Thank you for telling me something about the people who lived there. I always wonder about the people who made these places their homes.
DeleteThank you for taking the time to document this.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately the cottages are now being disrespected with the amount of litter there.
Thank you. It's sad when people go to beautiful places and can't be bothered to take their rubbish home.
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