the homespun telegram
Yesterday we drove to Treleddyd Fawr, a small coastal hamlet just outside the city of St David’s (a city with three banks, but one butcher). The reason for our visit was to see the home of Glyn Griffiths. Treleddyd Fawr is a house built around 1760, the first dwelling in the hamlet that came to be known by the house’s name. Glyn, who died earlier this year, had lived in Treleddyd Fawr since 1936 when he and his three brothers moved to the house with his parents. With Welsh as his first language and a love of animals, Glyn would walk the local paths with pockets packed with bread and cheese for the local wildlife. According to neighbours, Glyn would talk of the realities of village life, the hardships and the joys, and of his past motor cars. When I was there, there seemed something quite historical about the little garage attached to the side of his barn, empty and broken, and yet once built for purpose, for Austin, or for Vanguard. We were aware that the house might be bequeathed to the National Trust, in fact this was confirmed whilst chatting to a local yesterday. We didn’t catch his name, though he had a few tales of his own. He spoke of attitudes to his own arrival in the village thirty years ago and how he is now the longest-standing resident. As we talked, a van trundled up the narrow driveway. Two young men had been sent by the National Trust to assess Glyn’s home. Due to ill health, Glyn had been in a nursing home for some time and so, with the house standing empty, the elements have taken their toll on the condition of Treleddyd Fawr – not least the roof, up on which Glyn would often be seen rendering it with limewash. At the moment, it is not known what intentions the National Trust have for this place. It was Glyn’s wish that it be given to the nation, now achieved. I wonder how this gem will be preserved.
More on that here, on the blog by Jackie Morris, a neighbour and chum - http://www.jackiemorris.co.uk/blog/last-words/(4 weeks ago)