Great British Railway Journeys (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Llanwrst to Porthmadog - full transcript
In 1840, one man
transformed travel in Britain.
His name was George Bradshaw,
and his railway guides inspired
the Victorians to take to the tracks.
Stop by stop,
he told them where to travel,
what to see and where to stay.
Now, 170 years later,
I'm making a series of journeys across
the length and breadth of the country
to see what of Bradshaw's Britain
remains.
In recent days, I've been travelling
along a railway line
that was built to speed the link
between London and Dublin.
It was a vital route of communication
carrying the Irish mail.
And it boosted trade and tourism
along its length.
I'm journeying across North Wales
using my 19th-century Bradshaw's Guide
towards the Irish ferry port
of Holyhead.
But today, I'm taking time out
to make a diversion
along the line
that was built in the 1860s,
following the course of the Conwy River
through some of Wales's
most beautiful scenery,
to discover more about
what these Welsh hills are made of
and the sorts of people
they attracted in Bradshaw's day.
In the 19th century,
the railways sprouted
mile after mile of branch lines.
My "Bradshaw's Guide" has sent me
to explore one of the prettiest in Wales
to appreciate how even a secondary line
could transform
the fortunes of a locality.
Along the way, I'll be discovering
how trains helped
an early mail-order business...
- What is it that they contain?
- Iron.
- And does it give you energy?
- Of course it does.
...staying in Britain's
first artists' colony...
One of the descriptions in the 1840s
is that it looks like the encampment
of an invading army.
Because every rock
has got an artist sitting on it.
...and exploring the Victorian
slate capital of the world.
We've popped out
into a different universe.
Where are the trees now?
Where is the green?
Just piles and piles and piles
of grey slate.
So far, I've travelled almost 150 miles
from Ledbury to Llandudno.
Now I'm heading deep into North Wales
and exploring Snowdonia
before crossing the Menai Straits
To Anglesey and Holyhead.
My first stop today is Llanrwst,
then on to Betws-y-Coed,
Blaenau Ffestiniog
and finally Porthmadog.
This stretch of the journey
takes me on a detour,
away from the main line to Holyhead
along the Conwy Valley,
on a branch that was built in the 1860s.
I've never been down this line before
and already I'm surprised.
The Conwy River is much wider
than I had expected.
It's very lush and green.
Actually, Bradshaw should have
prepared me for this.
He says, "This valley is remarkable
for its beauty and fertility,
its luxuriant pastures,
cornfields and groves."
"And these are finely contrasted
with the bleak appearance
of the Snowdon mountain,
which towers in frowning majesty above."
Just about right.
In Bradshaw's era,
towns across the country
cried out to be linked
to the railway network,
hungry for economic benefit.
New lines like this
spread like wildfire.
- Good morning.
- Welcome to the Conwy Valley.
Thank you very much.
It's a fantastic railway.
Was it built for tourism, do you think?
{man) No, the original reason
for this line
was to convey the products
of the slate quarrying town
of Blaenau Ffestiniog to the coast.
That was the real reason for the line.
But as the years have emerged
and industry has changed,
then tourism very much
is now our main feature.
North Llanrwst Station opened in 1863.
Bye.
The line carried slate
and the mountains became accessible
to rail passengers for the first time.
North Llanrwst Station
is beautifully situated
and it was obviously built on a scale.
A gateway to welcome
tourists and visitors.
Now looking a little bit like
faded splendour.
I've come to see
what attracted all the visitors.
Bradshaw writes,
"In the vicinity is Trefriw in
the hollow of the Caernarfonshire hills
where there are
some salubrious mineral waters."
The Trefriw springs were a local secret
until the 19th century.
When the railway arrived, the town
blossomed into a fully fledged spa
with a bath house and pump room.
The bath house is no more but,
of course, the famous waters flow still.
- Hello, Hilary.
- Hello, Michael.
Hilary Rogers-Jones
is a guide at the spa.
So these are this spa waters of Trefriw?
Yes, they certainly are.
And Bradshaw, my 19th-century guide,
he says they are very salubrious waters.
And efficacious.
And why is that?
What is it that they contain?
- Iron.
- Iron?
And it's in solution.
It was called Trefriw chalybeate.
I think he may have mentioned
chalybeate waters,
which is iron in solution.
- Does it give you energy?
- Of course it does.
How do you best take it?
Do you ingest it or bathe in it?
No, you take it.
They used to bathe in it.
In Bradshaw's time, they bathed in it.
It was said that these iron-rich waters
provided a natural cure for anaemia.
Demand rocketed.
And taking advantage
of the new branch line,
the spa created one of
the earliest mail-order businesses
that made use of rail.
They could get it in the post as well.
Here is one of the very old boxes.
- That's fantastic.
- With the bottles.
(Hilary) It has Trefriw Wells on it.
(Michael)
I presume sent off on the train.
Yes, they'd be collected from here.
That's when a post office
came into Trefriw.
Then of course, so much
went by rail in those days.
(Michael)
I had no idea that at that stage
you could send away
and get a little bottle of water.
(Hilary) Very expensive.
This would be 42 shillings
for an eight-week supply of water,
which was a tremendous amount of money
in those days, just imagine.
- That is.
- It's a lot of money.
- That is staggering.
- It is.
- They must have believed in it.
- They did.
Back then, 42 shillings was over
a week's wages for most workers.
So the mail-order service
was an expensive luxury for the rich.
Those who took the train to the spa
could also take a dip
in the special waters.
And this is the bath house
that people used to bathe in
from 1833 when it was built.
- (Michael) That's a huge bath.
- It is.
What's this made of?
- (Hilary) Slate. Good Welsh slate.
- (Michael) Yes.
- The water just...
- Just used to come.
- (Michael) Tumbling off the mountain.
- (Hilary) Into here.
I can understand if you drink iron,
that might do you some good.
But bathing in it,
would that do you any good?
They believed it would,
and faith is a wonderful thing.
- Faith. Faith is everything
- It is, isn't it?
1 think I'll skip the bath.
But I wouldn't mind a taste
of these famous waters.
Mind your head.
(Michael) Dark and damp.
Look at those iron stalactites.
Fascinating.
Down the hatch.
Very metallic.
- It's not so bad.
- I don't mind it. But some people...
- It's metallic but it's not unpleasant.
- No, it isn't, is it?
No, just like drinking steel.
Today, the water still compensates
for iron deficiency
and is sold all over the world.
As for me, I'm heading to the station
where I need to be on the ball
to catch my next train.
At rural stations,
the trains stop only by request.
I've never had to do this
with a train before,
only with a bus or taxi
but I guess the technique is similar.
That seems to have done it.
I'm now travelling another three miles
along the beautiful Conwy Valley
to one of North Wales's
prettiest villages, Betws-y-Coed.
I can't resist stopping here.
I've heard
it's a train enthusiast's paradise.
A whole world of railways opens up
in front of the station here.
A little North American steam engine.
An electric tram.
Ancient rolling stock
with apparently a restaurant in it.
Fantastic.
Bradshaw would have loved it.
The spectacular model railway shop
at Betws-y-Coed
is owned by Colin Cartwright.
This is the most amazing emporium.
It makes me feel like a kid.
- (Colin) Lovely to see you, Michael.
- (Michael) This place is famous.
It must be one of the best
model railway shops in the world.
- I think you could be right.
- You've got everything here.
It's not just a shop, it's a playground.
This is every boy's dream.
All you have to do is press the button
and you will control a train.
It will come into life.
(Colin) There you are.
Look what we've got here.
We've got a huge station
with about six roads.
We've got overbridges,
we've got scenery.
(Michael) I love this, Colin.
I only had a clockwork model railway
and some of my friends had electrics.
I always wanted to have an electric.
(Colin) Are you now realising
your ambitions
of actually controlling
a train yourself?
At last I have realised my ambitions.
It had to come some time.
You actually stopped it in the station.
(Michael) I tried to do that.
The first model trains in the 1890s
were known as carpet railways
because they didn't run on tracks.
They were powered
by miniature steam engines.
Today's models are usually powered
by rather duller electricity.
- They're such fun, aren't they?
- They certainly are.
When you think that we were
the pioneers of all railways
and I think it's lovely we can continue,
especially with the youngsters of today,
continue what's gone on before.
It's not just youngsters, is it?
I've seen some of your prices;
thousands of pounds.
These are people with money
who are investing in model railways.
(Colin) We think that it is not only
a passion for railways,
it's also a relaxation.
I think it keeps families together.
But Bradshaw didn't come here
for the model railways.
He writes, "In a dream sheltered
nook of the Conwy,
it's a resort well known
to anglers and artists.”
In the 19th century, Betws-y-Coed
became popular with painters
who came to capture nature
in this beautiful location.
- Peter, hello.
- Hello, nice to see you.
I'm hoping art historian Peter Lord
can explain why.
Now, Bradshaw talks about Betws-y-Coed
as being a resort that attracts artists.
That's been your great speciality.
How did all that begin, the artists?
It begins a long time
before Bradshaw actually.
You're standing in one of the very
early English tourist sites in Wales,
or in Britain, to tell the truth.
In fact, Betws-y-Coed was
the first artist colony in the country.
It started with David Cox,
who became
one of the most distinguished
landscape painters of his time.
(Peter) Cox starts to come here for
the summer and stays over all summers
between 1844 and 1856.
And he brings with him his friends.
Cox is the man.
He's the big English painter.
Anybody who wants to be anybody in the
art world in London follows Cox here.
Cox's landscapes helped
to publicise the glories of the area,
like the dramatic Swallow Falls.
This is very lovely, isn't it?
(Peter) Obviously there's a lot
more water in the winter
and you get the foam.
(Michael) This was the sort of place
that attracted David Cox?
(Peter) Absolutely.
One of the descriptions
in the 1840s, 1850s of the place
is that it looks like
the encampment of an invading army.
Because there are easels and white tents
and every rock
has an artist sitting on it.
It was getting a bit crowded by then.
So he would wander off, teach a bit,
talk to other artists.
He was a very sociable man.
Everybody liked him.
(Michael)
It's a fantastic scene that you paint.
It's almost unimaginable now that
the hills would be alive with artists.
The hills were alive with artists.
That's a good way of putting it.
Eventually, that becomes
a tourist attraction in itself.
You don't just come to Betws to see the
scenery, you come to see the artists.
From the 1860s
when the railway line opened,
artists and tourists descended
on Betws-y-Coed in ever greater numbers
bringing wealth and fame to the village.
So you brought me now
in the back of the railway station.
But you need to be looking that way.
- (Michael) Ah, beautiful.
- We've got the lovely medieval church,
which is rather ironic
because from this place,
just further on, David Cox painted his
very famous picture, The Welsh Funeral,
painted in 1848.
That's one of the key events
in drawing people to Betws.
He painted it, or the view
that he shows in the picture,
was more or less the middle
of the railway line over there.
(Michael) The railway is driven through
the scene we see in the painting.
(Peter) Absolutely. It is ironic.
It's, in part, the fame of Cox's picture
which drew people to Betws.
They came on the train after 1868,
middle-class tourists started to come.
It's an extraordinary thing really but
I think it's a reflection of the times.
The railway comes
for good economic reasons.
It's high Victorian capitalism.
The moans of a few artists
and spoiling the view
won't make much difference.
The first hotel to accommodate
the artists opened in 1768
and, luckily for me, it's open still.
(Peter)
We're on our way to the Royal Oak.
This is where David Cox and all
the early tourists would have stayed.
It's a lot more grand now
than it was then.
But you'll find it very comfortable.
It's a lovely place to stay.
Cox came here often
and painted a sign for the hotel
which now hangs in the foyer.
It seems that in staying here,
! follow
a very distinguished guest list.
I've arranged for the old visitors' book
to be here, so you can see that as well.
- Hello.
- Hello.
(Peter) Here we are.
(Michael) Magnificent volume.
That's contemporary with your Bradshaw.
It's the 1860s.
Back here with a bit of luck,
I've marked it.
There we can see the loyal incorporation
of artists at Betws-y-Coed.
Here's a list of the artists
in residence on October 3rd, 1867.
Down the bottom,
you can see why they came.
(Michael) They came for the booze,
to have a smoke. Oh, and to fish.
(Peter) Fishing.
- Fishing was a big thing in Betws.
- Bradshaw mentions angling here.
So it was an all-round experience.
- Fabulous.
- But they're all here.
Fabulous.
The next morning I set out for the train
station to continue my journey.
I'm leaving the lush valley
of Betws-y-Coed
for the mining town
of Blaenau Ffestiniog.
You cannot imagine anything more rural
or more green than this.
But I have been told that I will shortly
pass through a tunnel two miles long.
The longest single-track tunnel
in Britain.
And at the other end,
1 will pop out into another world.
This tunnel was built in 1879.
It takes me
straight through the mountain
to what was in Bradshaw's day
the slate capital of Wales.
We've popped out
into a different universe.
Where are the trees now?
Where is the green?
Where are the sheep,
where are the farms?
Just piles and piles and piles
of grey slate.
A great grey mountain
reaching down to the tracks.
These huge heaps of slate
are the waste from the quarries
that have dominated the area
for hundreds of years.
The slate industry is all about.
And Bradshaw wrote of what he saw.
"An inclined plane leads up to
the edge of the vast mountain,
on the sides of which above 2,000 hands
are employed in hacking and splitting."
In its heyday,
there were about ten slate quarries
in Blaenau Ffestiniog alone.
I'm meeting managing director
Andrew Roberts,
who runs one of just two that are left.
- Good morning, Andrew, I'm Michael.
- Bore da. Croeso I Blaenau Ffestiniog.
Thank you very much for your welcome
to your amazing town,
which I see down here in the valley.
I came down on the railway this morning.
Presumably that railway
was built for this very purpose,
for the carrying of slate.
The railway theme has been
very important to the slate industry,
you know, since the 1830s.
The Ffestiniog Railway, for example.
It was built because of the need
to take the slate from Ffestiniog
down to the port at Porthmadog
and then shipped all over the world.
So, historically, it wouldn't have
happened without the railway.
By the late 19th century,
the industry was at its peak.
Two trains a day carried 400 tons
of slate down to the port.
The quarries were criss-crossed
with tracks
that conveyed the slate
to the trains.
Nowadays,
slate is quarried at the surface.
But in Bradshaw's time, vast caverns
were dug down into the hillside.
I've just thrown a stone
to make me realise that
that is very, very deep indeed.
Almost every man in the village
worked at the mine,
many labouring by candlelight,
blasting out the slate with explosives.
It's quite moving, isn't it?
It must have been very hard
and it must have been quite dangerous.
Yeah, very, very dangerous.
You relied heavily
on the skills of your fellow workers.
You trusted them,
you had to put your trust in them.
Working and drilling in very tight
confined spaces with explosives.
It's very hazardous.
Welsh blue-grey slate was considered
one of the best in the world
because it kept its colour well
and could be split cleanly by hand
into a variety of sizes.
In the 20th century,
imports began to displace it.
Now it's mainly used in restoration
projects and it all travels by road.
Now, my Bradshaw's Guide
refers to the workers piling up
the slates in their thousands
and categorising them
according to size and name.
He talks about duchesses
and countesses and ladies.
- Does that mean anything to you?
- It means a lot to me.
It's the day-to-day language
of this mill.
The duchess would be larger
and the lady smaller.
That's correct.
(Michael) You use the same terminology
as they used in the 19th century.
(Peter) We do. It's unique
to the Welsh slate industry.
Something that will continue while
we still produce slate from this mill.
Many of the workers, like Glyn Daniels,
have fathers and grandfathers
who worked in the slate mines,
passing on their skills.
Glyn can produce around 700 tiles a day.
He's going to teach me what he does.
I love the chair.
Is this also part of the tradition?
Sit myself down like this.
- Quite a light tap to begin with?
- Yes.
It's splitting already.
Now lever a little bit.
- (Glyn) Put your hand there.
- Put my hand there.
Oh.
What a fantastic feeling.
Look at that.
Did I do that?
Once the slate is split,
it's trimmed and shaped by machine
so it will fit snugly
against other tiles.
Beautiful, so that now has
a lovely cambered edge.
That is the dressing.
And so this is a fully dressed lady.
Lovely piece of work.
In the future,
the slate industry may change again.
Andrew's big hope is to use the waste
from the quarries for road building.
His dream is to transport slate
on the railways once more,
back down the line to Conwy.
As for me, I'm looking forward to riding
on the Blaenau Ffestiniog Railway.
Founded in 1832,
it's the oldest independent
railway company in the world.
Now it's a heritage line,
carrying tourists
down to Porthmadog on the coast.
- Hello, driver. I'm Michael.
- Hello, Michael. I'm Paul.
(Michael)
How does this lovely engine drive?
(Paul) Beautifully.
It's unique to the railway.
- The wheels are articulated underneath.
- It's articulated, you can go round...
- (Paul) Very sharp corners.
- You've got sharp corners?
When it was built,
engineers experimented with the track
to negotiate the winding hillside.
It was one of the most important
railways of its time.
It was a real leader in the field.
They realised very quickly
they couldn't build standard gauge
in the terrain we're at.
The railway also pioneered
a kind of double engine
that enabled it to power
long, heavy slate trains
through the steep mountains.
As the slate industry declined,
so too did the railway.
And the last slate train
left Blaenau Ffestiniog in 1946.
But less than ten years later,
it reopened as a tourist line.
Even today its enthusiasts
are growing in number.
Do you work on the line a lot?
I come up several times a year,
just to volunteer.
- You're a volunteer?
- Yes, I am.
- (Michael) Why do you volunteer?
- (woman) I just fell in love with it.
I decided to become a guard
so I'm doing my training at the moment.
How lovely.
- This is just for the love of it.
- Just for the love of it, yes.
(Michael) Knowing the line so well,
what would you pick out as a highlight
I should keep my eye open for?
One thing the railway
is famous for is its Cob.
It splits the estuary.
It's got some fantastic wildlife
and you can see a wonderful view
of Snowdon from it as well.
The long embankment
called the Cob near Porthmadog
was originally built in 1811 to reclaim
land from the estuary for farming.
It later proved to be the perfect
structure to carry the railway.
So now at last I've discovered
what the Cob is.
This immense sea defence.
This huge wall.
The railway runs
along the top level of it
and two lanes of cars
run along the bottom level
and then that's holding
the sea behind me at bay
and creating this vast
inland piece of reclaimed land,
and giving us the most fantastic views
towards that looming peak of Snowdon.
Riding the Cob takes me almost
to the harbour at Porthmadog
where the slate was unloaded.
And last stop for me, too.
Porthmadog Harbour began to export
small tonnages of slate
in the early 19th century.
When the railway gave it a high-capacity
link to the slate quarries,
it flourished.
By the 1870s,
over 120,000 tons of slate
were loaded at Porthmadog every year.
- John. I'm Michael.
- Hello, Michael.
Great to see you.
I'm hoping maritime history enthusiast
Dr John Jones Morris can tell me more.
The railway arrived at the harbour
in 1836
and allowed the easy transport of slate
from the quarries
down to the quaysides here at Porthmadog
for subsequent export by sea.
The standard trade was for the slate
to be loaded on ships.
Usually they would leave
in about April.
Demand for slate would either be
in southern England or on the continent.
Quite a lot of the slate went to
the continent, particularly to Germany.
In the early part of the 19th century,
there was quite a huge fire in Hamburg
and the quarry owners at Blaenau
Ffestiniog, seeing a good opportunity,
went over there and persuaded
the city fathers to re-roof the city
with Ffestiniog slate, or Porthmadog
slate as we like to call it.
The ships, having delivered
their cargo in Europe,
were filled up with heavy ballast
to give them stability
on the return voyage to Porthmadog.
They used anything to hand
from rubbish to rocks.
Having arrived at Porthmadog,
they had to dispose of the ballast
and they found a sandbank there
and started unloading the ballast
on to the island.
And as you can see, it's built
a considerable island over the years.
(Michael) That lovely stretch of green?
(John) That sits on top of rocks
from many parts of the Mediterranean.
If you were to dig down,
there'd be all sorts of different types
of rock and rubble you would find.
There is a corner of a Welsh port
that is forever Europe.
Indeed. Yes, there is.
As I've journeyed along
the narrow tracks and valleys
of the Welsh mountains,
I've once more admired the skills
of the Victorian railway builders.
Their ingenuity opened
this corner of Wales
to opportunities and to visitors.
Victorian artists and tourists
were attracted to the Conwy Valley
because of its glorious landscape.
Victorian mining companies
were drawn to these parts
because of what lay
beneath that landscape.
Now I'm looking forward to tackling
that most famous piece of Welsh geology,
Mount Snowdon.
On the next leg of my journey, I'll be
travelling to lofty mountain heights, ...
It's magnificent.
And it's really imposing.
...turning my tongue
to the Welsh language...
So it's fairly easy really.
Llanfairpwligwyngyllgogerychwyrn-
drobwillllantysiliogogogoch.
...and tasting one of Wales's
finest new products: salt.
It really hits you
from the sides of the tongue.
It's got a wonderful texture.
It's really crunchy.
transformed travel in Britain.
His name was George Bradshaw,
and his railway guides inspired
the Victorians to take to the tracks.
Stop by stop,
he told them where to travel,
what to see and where to stay.
Now, 170 years later,
I'm making a series of journeys across
the length and breadth of the country
to see what of Bradshaw's Britain
remains.
In recent days, I've been travelling
along a railway line
that was built to speed the link
between London and Dublin.
It was a vital route of communication
carrying the Irish mail.
And it boosted trade and tourism
along its length.
I'm journeying across North Wales
using my 19th-century Bradshaw's Guide
towards the Irish ferry port
of Holyhead.
But today, I'm taking time out
to make a diversion
along the line
that was built in the 1860s,
following the course of the Conwy River
through some of Wales's
most beautiful scenery,
to discover more about
what these Welsh hills are made of
and the sorts of people
they attracted in Bradshaw's day.
In the 19th century,
the railways sprouted
mile after mile of branch lines.
My "Bradshaw's Guide" has sent me
to explore one of the prettiest in Wales
to appreciate how even a secondary line
could transform
the fortunes of a locality.
Along the way, I'll be discovering
how trains helped
an early mail-order business...
- What is it that they contain?
- Iron.
- And does it give you energy?
- Of course it does.
...staying in Britain's
first artists' colony...
One of the descriptions in the 1840s
is that it looks like the encampment
of an invading army.
Because every rock
has got an artist sitting on it.
...and exploring the Victorian
slate capital of the world.
We've popped out
into a different universe.
Where are the trees now?
Where is the green?
Just piles and piles and piles
of grey slate.
So far, I've travelled almost 150 miles
from Ledbury to Llandudno.
Now I'm heading deep into North Wales
and exploring Snowdonia
before crossing the Menai Straits
To Anglesey and Holyhead.
My first stop today is Llanrwst,
then on to Betws-y-Coed,
Blaenau Ffestiniog
and finally Porthmadog.
This stretch of the journey
takes me on a detour,
away from the main line to Holyhead
along the Conwy Valley,
on a branch that was built in the 1860s.
I've never been down this line before
and already I'm surprised.
The Conwy River is much wider
than I had expected.
It's very lush and green.
Actually, Bradshaw should have
prepared me for this.
He says, "This valley is remarkable
for its beauty and fertility,
its luxuriant pastures,
cornfields and groves."
"And these are finely contrasted
with the bleak appearance
of the Snowdon mountain,
which towers in frowning majesty above."
Just about right.
In Bradshaw's era,
towns across the country
cried out to be linked
to the railway network,
hungry for economic benefit.
New lines like this
spread like wildfire.
- Good morning.
- Welcome to the Conwy Valley.
Thank you very much.
It's a fantastic railway.
Was it built for tourism, do you think?
{man) No, the original reason
for this line
was to convey the products
of the slate quarrying town
of Blaenau Ffestiniog to the coast.
That was the real reason for the line.
But as the years have emerged
and industry has changed,
then tourism very much
is now our main feature.
North Llanrwst Station opened in 1863.
Bye.
The line carried slate
and the mountains became accessible
to rail passengers for the first time.
North Llanrwst Station
is beautifully situated
and it was obviously built on a scale.
A gateway to welcome
tourists and visitors.
Now looking a little bit like
faded splendour.
I've come to see
what attracted all the visitors.
Bradshaw writes,
"In the vicinity is Trefriw in
the hollow of the Caernarfonshire hills
where there are
some salubrious mineral waters."
The Trefriw springs were a local secret
until the 19th century.
When the railway arrived, the town
blossomed into a fully fledged spa
with a bath house and pump room.
The bath house is no more but,
of course, the famous waters flow still.
- Hello, Hilary.
- Hello, Michael.
Hilary Rogers-Jones
is a guide at the spa.
So these are this spa waters of Trefriw?
Yes, they certainly are.
And Bradshaw, my 19th-century guide,
he says they are very salubrious waters.
And efficacious.
And why is that?
What is it that they contain?
- Iron.
- Iron?
And it's in solution.
It was called Trefriw chalybeate.
I think he may have mentioned
chalybeate waters,
which is iron in solution.
- Does it give you energy?
- Of course it does.
How do you best take it?
Do you ingest it or bathe in it?
No, you take it.
They used to bathe in it.
In Bradshaw's time, they bathed in it.
It was said that these iron-rich waters
provided a natural cure for anaemia.
Demand rocketed.
And taking advantage
of the new branch line,
the spa created one of
the earliest mail-order businesses
that made use of rail.
They could get it in the post as well.
Here is one of the very old boxes.
- That's fantastic.
- With the bottles.
(Hilary) It has Trefriw Wells on it.
(Michael)
I presume sent off on the train.
Yes, they'd be collected from here.
That's when a post office
came into Trefriw.
Then of course, so much
went by rail in those days.
(Michael)
I had no idea that at that stage
you could send away
and get a little bottle of water.
(Hilary) Very expensive.
This would be 42 shillings
for an eight-week supply of water,
which was a tremendous amount of money
in those days, just imagine.
- That is.
- It's a lot of money.
- That is staggering.
- It is.
- They must have believed in it.
- They did.
Back then, 42 shillings was over
a week's wages for most workers.
So the mail-order service
was an expensive luxury for the rich.
Those who took the train to the spa
could also take a dip
in the special waters.
And this is the bath house
that people used to bathe in
from 1833 when it was built.
- (Michael) That's a huge bath.
- It is.
What's this made of?
- (Hilary) Slate. Good Welsh slate.
- (Michael) Yes.
- The water just...
- Just used to come.
- (Michael) Tumbling off the mountain.
- (Hilary) Into here.
I can understand if you drink iron,
that might do you some good.
But bathing in it,
would that do you any good?
They believed it would,
and faith is a wonderful thing.
- Faith. Faith is everything
- It is, isn't it?
1 think I'll skip the bath.
But I wouldn't mind a taste
of these famous waters.
Mind your head.
(Michael) Dark and damp.
Look at those iron stalactites.
Fascinating.
Down the hatch.
Very metallic.
- It's not so bad.
- I don't mind it. But some people...
- It's metallic but it's not unpleasant.
- No, it isn't, is it?
No, just like drinking steel.
Today, the water still compensates
for iron deficiency
and is sold all over the world.
As for me, I'm heading to the station
where I need to be on the ball
to catch my next train.
At rural stations,
the trains stop only by request.
I've never had to do this
with a train before,
only with a bus or taxi
but I guess the technique is similar.
That seems to have done it.
I'm now travelling another three miles
along the beautiful Conwy Valley
to one of North Wales's
prettiest villages, Betws-y-Coed.
I can't resist stopping here.
I've heard
it's a train enthusiast's paradise.
A whole world of railways opens up
in front of the station here.
A little North American steam engine.
An electric tram.
Ancient rolling stock
with apparently a restaurant in it.
Fantastic.
Bradshaw would have loved it.
The spectacular model railway shop
at Betws-y-Coed
is owned by Colin Cartwright.
This is the most amazing emporium.
It makes me feel like a kid.
- (Colin) Lovely to see you, Michael.
- (Michael) This place is famous.
It must be one of the best
model railway shops in the world.
- I think you could be right.
- You've got everything here.
It's not just a shop, it's a playground.
This is every boy's dream.
All you have to do is press the button
and you will control a train.
It will come into life.
(Colin) There you are.
Look what we've got here.
We've got a huge station
with about six roads.
We've got overbridges,
we've got scenery.
(Michael) I love this, Colin.
I only had a clockwork model railway
and some of my friends had electrics.
I always wanted to have an electric.
(Colin) Are you now realising
your ambitions
of actually controlling
a train yourself?
At last I have realised my ambitions.
It had to come some time.
You actually stopped it in the station.
(Michael) I tried to do that.
The first model trains in the 1890s
were known as carpet railways
because they didn't run on tracks.
They were powered
by miniature steam engines.
Today's models are usually powered
by rather duller electricity.
- They're such fun, aren't they?
- They certainly are.
When you think that we were
the pioneers of all railways
and I think it's lovely we can continue,
especially with the youngsters of today,
continue what's gone on before.
It's not just youngsters, is it?
I've seen some of your prices;
thousands of pounds.
These are people with money
who are investing in model railways.
(Colin) We think that it is not only
a passion for railways,
it's also a relaxation.
I think it keeps families together.
But Bradshaw didn't come here
for the model railways.
He writes, "In a dream sheltered
nook of the Conwy,
it's a resort well known
to anglers and artists.”
In the 19th century, Betws-y-Coed
became popular with painters
who came to capture nature
in this beautiful location.
- Peter, hello.
- Hello, nice to see you.
I'm hoping art historian Peter Lord
can explain why.
Now, Bradshaw talks about Betws-y-Coed
as being a resort that attracts artists.
That's been your great speciality.
How did all that begin, the artists?
It begins a long time
before Bradshaw actually.
You're standing in one of the very
early English tourist sites in Wales,
or in Britain, to tell the truth.
In fact, Betws-y-Coed was
the first artist colony in the country.
It started with David Cox,
who became
one of the most distinguished
landscape painters of his time.
(Peter) Cox starts to come here for
the summer and stays over all summers
between 1844 and 1856.
And he brings with him his friends.
Cox is the man.
He's the big English painter.
Anybody who wants to be anybody in the
art world in London follows Cox here.
Cox's landscapes helped
to publicise the glories of the area,
like the dramatic Swallow Falls.
This is very lovely, isn't it?
(Peter) Obviously there's a lot
more water in the winter
and you get the foam.
(Michael) This was the sort of place
that attracted David Cox?
(Peter) Absolutely.
One of the descriptions
in the 1840s, 1850s of the place
is that it looks like
the encampment of an invading army.
Because there are easels and white tents
and every rock
has an artist sitting on it.
It was getting a bit crowded by then.
So he would wander off, teach a bit,
talk to other artists.
He was a very sociable man.
Everybody liked him.
(Michael)
It's a fantastic scene that you paint.
It's almost unimaginable now that
the hills would be alive with artists.
The hills were alive with artists.
That's a good way of putting it.
Eventually, that becomes
a tourist attraction in itself.
You don't just come to Betws to see the
scenery, you come to see the artists.
From the 1860s
when the railway line opened,
artists and tourists descended
on Betws-y-Coed in ever greater numbers
bringing wealth and fame to the village.
So you brought me now
in the back of the railway station.
But you need to be looking that way.
- (Michael) Ah, beautiful.
- We've got the lovely medieval church,
which is rather ironic
because from this place,
just further on, David Cox painted his
very famous picture, The Welsh Funeral,
painted in 1848.
That's one of the key events
in drawing people to Betws.
He painted it, or the view
that he shows in the picture,
was more or less the middle
of the railway line over there.
(Michael) The railway is driven through
the scene we see in the painting.
(Peter) Absolutely. It is ironic.
It's, in part, the fame of Cox's picture
which drew people to Betws.
They came on the train after 1868,
middle-class tourists started to come.
It's an extraordinary thing really but
I think it's a reflection of the times.
The railway comes
for good economic reasons.
It's high Victorian capitalism.
The moans of a few artists
and spoiling the view
won't make much difference.
The first hotel to accommodate
the artists opened in 1768
and, luckily for me, it's open still.
(Peter)
We're on our way to the Royal Oak.
This is where David Cox and all
the early tourists would have stayed.
It's a lot more grand now
than it was then.
But you'll find it very comfortable.
It's a lovely place to stay.
Cox came here often
and painted a sign for the hotel
which now hangs in the foyer.
It seems that in staying here,
! follow
a very distinguished guest list.
I've arranged for the old visitors' book
to be here, so you can see that as well.
- Hello.
- Hello.
(Peter) Here we are.
(Michael) Magnificent volume.
That's contemporary with your Bradshaw.
It's the 1860s.
Back here with a bit of luck,
I've marked it.
There we can see the loyal incorporation
of artists at Betws-y-Coed.
Here's a list of the artists
in residence on October 3rd, 1867.
Down the bottom,
you can see why they came.
(Michael) They came for the booze,
to have a smoke. Oh, and to fish.
(Peter) Fishing.
- Fishing was a big thing in Betws.
- Bradshaw mentions angling here.
So it was an all-round experience.
- Fabulous.
- But they're all here.
Fabulous.
The next morning I set out for the train
station to continue my journey.
I'm leaving the lush valley
of Betws-y-Coed
for the mining town
of Blaenau Ffestiniog.
You cannot imagine anything more rural
or more green than this.
But I have been told that I will shortly
pass through a tunnel two miles long.
The longest single-track tunnel
in Britain.
And at the other end,
1 will pop out into another world.
This tunnel was built in 1879.
It takes me
straight through the mountain
to what was in Bradshaw's day
the slate capital of Wales.
We've popped out
into a different universe.
Where are the trees now?
Where is the green?
Where are the sheep,
where are the farms?
Just piles and piles and piles
of grey slate.
A great grey mountain
reaching down to the tracks.
These huge heaps of slate
are the waste from the quarries
that have dominated the area
for hundreds of years.
The slate industry is all about.
And Bradshaw wrote of what he saw.
"An inclined plane leads up to
the edge of the vast mountain,
on the sides of which above 2,000 hands
are employed in hacking and splitting."
In its heyday,
there were about ten slate quarries
in Blaenau Ffestiniog alone.
I'm meeting managing director
Andrew Roberts,
who runs one of just two that are left.
- Good morning, Andrew, I'm Michael.
- Bore da. Croeso I Blaenau Ffestiniog.
Thank you very much for your welcome
to your amazing town,
which I see down here in the valley.
I came down on the railway this morning.
Presumably that railway
was built for this very purpose,
for the carrying of slate.
The railway theme has been
very important to the slate industry,
you know, since the 1830s.
The Ffestiniog Railway, for example.
It was built because of the need
to take the slate from Ffestiniog
down to the port at Porthmadog
and then shipped all over the world.
So, historically, it wouldn't have
happened without the railway.
By the late 19th century,
the industry was at its peak.
Two trains a day carried 400 tons
of slate down to the port.
The quarries were criss-crossed
with tracks
that conveyed the slate
to the trains.
Nowadays,
slate is quarried at the surface.
But in Bradshaw's time, vast caverns
were dug down into the hillside.
I've just thrown a stone
to make me realise that
that is very, very deep indeed.
Almost every man in the village
worked at the mine,
many labouring by candlelight,
blasting out the slate with explosives.
It's quite moving, isn't it?
It must have been very hard
and it must have been quite dangerous.
Yeah, very, very dangerous.
You relied heavily
on the skills of your fellow workers.
You trusted them,
you had to put your trust in them.
Working and drilling in very tight
confined spaces with explosives.
It's very hazardous.
Welsh blue-grey slate was considered
one of the best in the world
because it kept its colour well
and could be split cleanly by hand
into a variety of sizes.
In the 20th century,
imports began to displace it.
Now it's mainly used in restoration
projects and it all travels by road.
Now, my Bradshaw's Guide
refers to the workers piling up
the slates in their thousands
and categorising them
according to size and name.
He talks about duchesses
and countesses and ladies.
- Does that mean anything to you?
- It means a lot to me.
It's the day-to-day language
of this mill.
The duchess would be larger
and the lady smaller.
That's correct.
(Michael) You use the same terminology
as they used in the 19th century.
(Peter) We do. It's unique
to the Welsh slate industry.
Something that will continue while
we still produce slate from this mill.
Many of the workers, like Glyn Daniels,
have fathers and grandfathers
who worked in the slate mines,
passing on their skills.
Glyn can produce around 700 tiles a day.
He's going to teach me what he does.
I love the chair.
Is this also part of the tradition?
Sit myself down like this.
- Quite a light tap to begin with?
- Yes.
It's splitting already.
Now lever a little bit.
- (Glyn) Put your hand there.
- Put my hand there.
Oh.
What a fantastic feeling.
Look at that.
Did I do that?
Once the slate is split,
it's trimmed and shaped by machine
so it will fit snugly
against other tiles.
Beautiful, so that now has
a lovely cambered edge.
That is the dressing.
And so this is a fully dressed lady.
Lovely piece of work.
In the future,
the slate industry may change again.
Andrew's big hope is to use the waste
from the quarries for road building.
His dream is to transport slate
on the railways once more,
back down the line to Conwy.
As for me, I'm looking forward to riding
on the Blaenau Ffestiniog Railway.
Founded in 1832,
it's the oldest independent
railway company in the world.
Now it's a heritage line,
carrying tourists
down to Porthmadog on the coast.
- Hello, driver. I'm Michael.
- Hello, Michael. I'm Paul.
(Michael)
How does this lovely engine drive?
(Paul) Beautifully.
It's unique to the railway.
- The wheels are articulated underneath.
- It's articulated, you can go round...
- (Paul) Very sharp corners.
- You've got sharp corners?
When it was built,
engineers experimented with the track
to negotiate the winding hillside.
It was one of the most important
railways of its time.
It was a real leader in the field.
They realised very quickly
they couldn't build standard gauge
in the terrain we're at.
The railway also pioneered
a kind of double engine
that enabled it to power
long, heavy slate trains
through the steep mountains.
As the slate industry declined,
so too did the railway.
And the last slate train
left Blaenau Ffestiniog in 1946.
But less than ten years later,
it reopened as a tourist line.
Even today its enthusiasts
are growing in number.
Do you work on the line a lot?
I come up several times a year,
just to volunteer.
- You're a volunteer?
- Yes, I am.
- (Michael) Why do you volunteer?
- (woman) I just fell in love with it.
I decided to become a guard
so I'm doing my training at the moment.
How lovely.
- This is just for the love of it.
- Just for the love of it, yes.
(Michael) Knowing the line so well,
what would you pick out as a highlight
I should keep my eye open for?
One thing the railway
is famous for is its Cob.
It splits the estuary.
It's got some fantastic wildlife
and you can see a wonderful view
of Snowdon from it as well.
The long embankment
called the Cob near Porthmadog
was originally built in 1811 to reclaim
land from the estuary for farming.
It later proved to be the perfect
structure to carry the railway.
So now at last I've discovered
what the Cob is.
This immense sea defence.
This huge wall.
The railway runs
along the top level of it
and two lanes of cars
run along the bottom level
and then that's holding
the sea behind me at bay
and creating this vast
inland piece of reclaimed land,
and giving us the most fantastic views
towards that looming peak of Snowdon.
Riding the Cob takes me almost
to the harbour at Porthmadog
where the slate was unloaded.
And last stop for me, too.
Porthmadog Harbour began to export
small tonnages of slate
in the early 19th century.
When the railway gave it a high-capacity
link to the slate quarries,
it flourished.
By the 1870s,
over 120,000 tons of slate
were loaded at Porthmadog every year.
- John. I'm Michael.
- Hello, Michael.
Great to see you.
I'm hoping maritime history enthusiast
Dr John Jones Morris can tell me more.
The railway arrived at the harbour
in 1836
and allowed the easy transport of slate
from the quarries
down to the quaysides here at Porthmadog
for subsequent export by sea.
The standard trade was for the slate
to be loaded on ships.
Usually they would leave
in about April.
Demand for slate would either be
in southern England or on the continent.
Quite a lot of the slate went to
the continent, particularly to Germany.
In the early part of the 19th century,
there was quite a huge fire in Hamburg
and the quarry owners at Blaenau
Ffestiniog, seeing a good opportunity,
went over there and persuaded
the city fathers to re-roof the city
with Ffestiniog slate, or Porthmadog
slate as we like to call it.
The ships, having delivered
their cargo in Europe,
were filled up with heavy ballast
to give them stability
on the return voyage to Porthmadog.
They used anything to hand
from rubbish to rocks.
Having arrived at Porthmadog,
they had to dispose of the ballast
and they found a sandbank there
and started unloading the ballast
on to the island.
And as you can see, it's built
a considerable island over the years.
(Michael) That lovely stretch of green?
(John) That sits on top of rocks
from many parts of the Mediterranean.
If you were to dig down,
there'd be all sorts of different types
of rock and rubble you would find.
There is a corner of a Welsh port
that is forever Europe.
Indeed. Yes, there is.
As I've journeyed along
the narrow tracks and valleys
of the Welsh mountains,
I've once more admired the skills
of the Victorian railway builders.
Their ingenuity opened
this corner of Wales
to opportunities and to visitors.
Victorian artists and tourists
were attracted to the Conwy Valley
because of its glorious landscape.
Victorian mining companies
were drawn to these parts
because of what lay
beneath that landscape.
Now I'm looking forward to tackling
that most famous piece of Welsh geology,
Mount Snowdon.
On the next leg of my journey, I'll be
travelling to lofty mountain heights, ...
It's magnificent.
And it's really imposing.
...turning my tongue
to the Welsh language...
So it's fairly easy really.
Llanfairpwligwyngyllgogerychwyrn-
drobwillllantysiliogogogoch.
...and tasting one of Wales's
finest new products: salt.
It really hits you
from the sides of the tongue.
It's got a wonderful texture.
It's really crunchy.