Last night we joined a few hardy souls on top of The Gop for the lighting of Trelawnyd's Jubilee Beacon.
The Beacon was in fact a Jubilee "Skip" filled with dried wood, and within seconds Trelawnyd echoed the the flaming beacons on Dyserth Hill a few miles to the West and the one on the 1,800 foot Moel Fammau, some 17 miles to the South East.
(Moel Fammau literally means Mothers Mountain in Welsh)
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| The Red light on the right of the photo is the Bodfari Mast |
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| A few Hardy Trelawnyd-ites salute the night ( I am the dick head in the hat) |
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| Chris "enjoys" the night |
Welcome to Flaming June!
What a lovely and mysterious and medieval thing....beacons on the hills....a watch for a monarch. It was quite the day wasn't it?
ReplyDeleteMen sat drinking beer around a flaming skip.....used to see that all the time when I lived in the UK!!
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Sounds like a very mysterious event as Delores said. Looks like fun too!
ReplyDeleteThank goodness there is someone else out there that has 'operation dog snot removal'. I have an extremely slobbery drooly Italian Spinone and we find snot hanging like stalagtites in the strangest places. Do enjoy it and be glad your dogs don't have bladder sphincter issues like mine!! xxx
ReplyDeleteIt's more like 'slobber' clean-up here.... Fire is fascinating; I'd like to have experienced that....Personally I let off a few fireworks, did you see them?
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures, thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteHow heartening and perhaps overwhelming it would be to know an entire country was out on the hills setting beacons alight in your honor.
ReplyDeleteUnless it is a tradition that comes down from the years of burning undesired elements at the stake!
What an amazing spectacle! Makes me think of the old message beacons used to carry news of some event (like an invasion). A slightly belated but sincere Happy Jubilee to all of you across the pond! And thanks for chronicling the celebration in Trelawnyd. So much better than the big outlet media coverage!
ReplyDeleteGreat to see your beacon blazing. The turnout in our village was amazing too - I think people were really determined to enjoy this weekend! x
ReplyDeleteVery neat you could see all the fires burning all around. :O)
ReplyDeleteThe celebrations have been fun - but won't it be nice to get back to normal! What a wonderful, atmospheric place to have a beacon, you lucky thing.
ReplyDeleteOoh, I would have loved to have been there, watching those beacons light up the night sky.
ReplyDeleteI've just watched the flyover at Buckingham Palace, thousands of well-wishers on the Mall, and endless smiles and waves from Her Majesty....I cried like a baby.
Thank you Ma'am for a job well done.
It has been great fun. Getting back to normal??? You? Not a slim chance in that :o)
ReplyDeleteWow! I wish I could have been there to see the burning beacons across the hills. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletevery primitive...signal fires from the mountain tops! I like it!
ReplyDeletedoes wearing a hat make one a DH?
oh the joy of cleaning dog snot! I know Chris' brother will appreciate the lack of slippery slimys!
we had a beacon on Glastonbury tor. It was the best thing about the whole weekend!
ReplyDeleteThese photos take me back in time (not to a time I remember)! Great glimpses of your scenery. Good luck with the dog snot.
ReplyDeleteLighting all those beacons was good wasn't it. We did that at the Millenium too or rather somebody else did and we watched as they all went up on one hill after another
ReplyDeleteAll the skips around here have 'NO FIRES' stencilled on the sides. Spoilsports.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your photographs John. We had a beacon (i.e.bonfire) in our village -I am afraid we watched it from our bedroom window. There was an official one on Penhill in Wensleydale.
ReplyDeleteRe the photograph - we didn't go and join in as we are not officially in the village, but I understand it was a great success. They took the photo on the village green and the photographer was in the attic window of the hall. I don't see why you shouldn't just assemble the villagers for a photo regardless of the date.
Looks like a real Lord of the Rings moment...!
ReplyDeleteSpent a mad hour and a half driving round the London/Herts border trying to see a beacon with no luck. They few there were had been placed in obscure, hidden places - a churchyard in a valley, a park in the middle of an estate for instance. Dammit, the is North London - we have decent sized hills such as Alexandra Palace, Trent Park, Hampstead Heath. There were no beacons in Enfield or Haringey boroughs, though Broxbourne on the other side of the M25 seemed hellbent on setting itself ablaze, albeit in discreet corners.
ReplyDeleteI hope the damp and wet weekend is not solely due to dog snot!
ReplyDeleteI hope it isn't wet in North Wales at the weekend - Mrs P is off to the caravan on Anglesey. Me, I've got more sense!
ReplyDeleteFires are funny (odd) things that seem to attract men and grog. Up at "The Camp" people will sit outside in the middle of winter wrapped in parkas and blankets for the privilege of huddling around an open fire.
ReplyDeleteMe? I prefer to sit inside with the gas heater on enjoying a good wine and a book! lol!
Now that you are 50!!! the whole hat thing makes perfect sense to me!!lol
ReplyDeleteWe plan to watch the 'taped' version of the Jubilee Concert this evening on the CBC. God save the Queen!!
Well done for making the climb. It was a great end to a great day. We're already thinking about next year.......!
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful pictures of community spirit. What a fantastic place and wonderful people in your life.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos.
ReplyDeleteI would be tempted to toast marshmallows...
I am in awe looking at these photos...nothing absolutely nothing would be contemplated like this over here...you are very fortunate.
ReplyDeleteReally cool, or does anyone say that anymore?
ReplyDeleteWonderful. That would never happen in the states, what a pity.
ReplyDeleteFlaming awesome!
ReplyDeleteThat's my kind of party!
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