In the summer of 1877 the City Council of Liverpool were looking for a site for a new reservoir to provide more water for the ever expanding population. Various sites were under consideration in northern England and Wales. In the summer Mr Deacon, the city engineer of Liverpool, arrived in Llanwddyn to investigate the possibility of damming the river Vyrnwy at a point somewhere below the village to create a large, artificial lake.
Lake Vyrnwy before the flooding. |
A further building task was called for in the re-housing of the people whose homes had disappeared under the waters of the lake. In keeping with the quality of the dam, fine, solid, stone houses were erected on either side of the valley immediately below it, and these can still be seen and admired a century later. The villagers were all moved out and the valley flooded losing two chapels, three pubs, 10 farms and 37 houses.
I googled Lake Vyrnwy and looked over the images and discovered they had a hotel. That was it, I had this vision of me running across the dam and felt it just had to be done.
Lake Vyrnwy from our hotel room's window. |
We arrived and booked into the hotel with our room having an amazing lake view. I remember looking at it and thinking, "Oh crap". I couldn't actually see the end of it because it was too far away, but it looked beautiful and I couldn't wait to give it a go.
The wife said, "You have two hours to get back by 9am or I'm going for breakfast on my own." I set the alarm clock for 06:00 woke groggily, got my kit on in the dark and went down stairs for the warm up. Luckily I was on my own so used one of the communal areas to get myself warmed up and raise my heart rate.
Out into the cold morning and I started the run down the hotel driveway. At that time in the morning I had the whole place to myself. I still had my wife's motivating words in my head which was why I had left at 06:30 giving me an extra half hour, just in case. All I needed to do was reach the other end of the lake in one hour which would allow me another hour to get back on the opposite side.
Crossing the Dam. |
The right hand side of the road on this side of the lake had steep inclines with the most amazing small waterfalls. I kept thinking that a car was coming up behind me, but it was water running off the mountains and feeding into the lake. This has to be one of the most beautiful runs that I have ever done.
Running back to the hotel was slightly tougher. The hills started to come in. They weren't really big or really steep but they needed to be conquered. Also the route back was a bit winding so the distance was longer. I kept thinking, "Once I see the hotel I don't have much further to go." Then I saw it and knew the goal was within reach.
The dam at the bottom of the lake. |
Back at the hotel the wife was up and ready and drumming her fingers. Luckily I am not stupid enough to get in the way of a Welsh woman and her full Welsh breakfast. A quick shower, dressed and off. The wife sat there watching me ... bowl of muesli with nuts and fruit, two Danish pastries, full Welsh cooked breakfast (sausage, bacon, black pudding, potato croquette, mushroom, grilled tomato and beans), finished off with a round of toast with honey.
I don't normally have a big breakfast but it was included in the stay. Come on! I had just done a 12 mile run and 'hungry' just didn't cover it!
And finally the video of the run with some pictures.
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