It matters not how you arrive in the small town of Amlwch.
Whether by car, bus, bike or Shank’s Pony all inconsequential frippery and preoccupation will fade before the awesome and awful aspect of Parys Mountain.
Were you a chough, a jackdaw or a peregrine falcon spinning in your ascent then below you would view a massive landscape of shattered ochre geology.
It would be familiar to your avian eye as a hunting ground or resting place. It would be meaningless to you as anything other than home.
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Parys Mountain is The Copper Kingdom where an entire world once looked toward for its vital and hard won metal: COPPER.
It’s hard to even imagine this devastated mountain as the oak forest covered Mynydd Trysglwyn of more than three thousand years ago.
Even in the middle to late Bronze Age man had already begun to leave his mark on this mountain in pursuit of a metal from which to forge his weaponry and daily implements.
We should only really appreciate what we have and dismiss the burdens of the past. However, when the town of Amlwch found itself stripped of all modern industry significant individuals chose to embrace the past.
And with a Will.
Amlwch has embraced its harrowing past and created a future for itself in the Copper Kingdom.
Mynydd Parys is a very eerie site to visit. Visiting alone in a flat and subdued light can be unsettling.
It is a place to Stand Still, Listen and IMAGINE.
Small stones fall victim to gravity and, unsolicited, they tumble carelessly down the ochre spectrum to reinforce the eeriness.
Your imagination is catalysed by the sheer monstrosity of the knowledge that the massive hole you see before you at the Viewing Point was dug out by hand.
It is by simplest physical effort that took off the top of Parys Mountain and then engaged in disembowelling it through manufactured entrails reaching down a 1,000 feet (300m) in places.
The pursuit of the ore was relentless and treatment of workers a secondary issue, if not worse.
Briefly (for now) let me offer a personal and an informative view of Mynydd Parys (’mynydd’ = mountain).
During its period of greatest copper production in the 1700s and 1800s, Parys Mountain serviced the world in its great need for copper as it embraced an unheralded growth in science and technology.
Technology is driven by commerce and money-making. At the end of the day it was the pursuit of money and the established monopoly which devastated the mountain and marked the lives of countless thousands local people.
Just to the east of the town of Amlwch lies Amlwch Port - or Porth Amlwch as we call it in Welsh.
Visiting Porth Amlwch today offers a major challenge to one’s imagination as to how this obviously small port could service the largest copper mine in the world in its day.
Yet the indisputable fact is that this little port did just that. Though not without specific challenges as only so much can be achieved in a small area.
Further, this port was a hive of activity not only for importation and exportation of goods, copper ore, ochre and sulphur products but also for its pre-processing. Many of the structures are still here to see.
During the period of greatest mining on Mynydd Parys ore would be brought down to the Port to be shipped elsewhere for further processing into the copper metal.
However, prior to the copper boom Amlwch Port was merely a narrow cove in the rocks employed by local fishermen and for the bringing in daily goods and for the export of wheat, barley and flour.
Once large scale mining started in about 1785 then the Mine Companies (Parys and Mona) would have been confronted with the challenge of moving the massive quantities of ore from Amlwch.
There was also the problem of bringing in the quantity of coal required for on-site smelting.
In order for the port to be enlarged to accommodate the scale of import and export an Act of Parliament was passed in 1793.
The cleft in the black Amlwch cliffs was enlarged substantially and the logistical physical bottleneck for export was thus removed.
Yet, at the peak of industrial mining even this enlarged harbour was inadequate and ships sometimes had to waits as long as two weeks before their goods could be removed or ore loaded.
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Feb 22, 22 01:19 PM
Dear Wil Washi Bach was a familiar figure when I was growing up in Pentraeth in the fifties and sixties, although his visits were infrequent. As somebody
May 22, 21 09:02 AM
Just found your site today, and is great. I wrote earlier about Washi Bach? Both sides of my parents’ families are from Sîr Fôn, Hafod Llwyn and Tregele.
May 22, 21 08:05 AM
Aberffraw beach is so special to me as this is where we have scattered our dogs ashes after her passing - seems really strange every time I go back there