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Llantwit Major and the Heritage Coast

About six miles south of Cowbridge, Llantwit Major sits just a couple of miles inland from the Bristol Channel.

The Heritage Coastal path climbs up from the nearby beach. I had a quick photographic look at both on a sunny June day.

 

Hi Mike 

I am in the process of building a web site for the Llantwit Major Twinning Association. Whilst looking for pictures to illustrate a page about Llantwit, I came upon your website. Would it be possible to use some of your lovely pictures of Llantwit on the site? We would of course give full credit to you.

Incidentally – love your web site.

Regards

Ros Martin-Jones
Mike
 
I saw your excellent website, and you have stunning photographs and the panoramas are fantastic!
Have you got any photos of Llantwit Major Castle - "Old Place", which you would like to have me post on my website?  Full credit and a return link to promote your photographic services would be happily provided.  Any size, quantity, or resolution would be terrific.
http://www.llantwitmajorcastle.co.uk/ [I haven't, but is there anyone else who might be able to help Arthur?]
Arthur Harman

 

Many villages have a pub and a church near their historic centre. Llantwit is no exception. Indeed, it has several of each having grown considerably over the centuries. There's a delightfully traditional butchers shop just around the corner. I've often seen a Morris Minor Traveller outside, but not today.
St Illtyd Church has a long history. It has been a house of worship for almost 1500 years. In 1777 John Wesley described it as "the most beautiful church in Wales". llltyd came here and, by the side of the Ogney Brook, established a church, monastery and school. It also became the burial place of local kings and an important mission centre.
It also contains one of the most significant collections of Celtic stones in Wales. It surprised me how large and interesting it is. Part is in ruins, but there is still much left to see.

A sea breeze giving life to the Union Jack.

The open land right in the heart of the village adds atmosphere and enhances the setting of St Illtyds.

From the church, looking North East.

The Ogney Brook.

The beach at Llantwit is either giant slabs of limestone or huge pebbles. Either way, its fun for kids to explore.

Twenty minutes walk, or so from the beach and you are on the cliff tops enjoying the flora and fauna with a backdrop of crashing waves.

Tresilian Bay is a mile or so along the coast Across the stony beach and down towards the sea...

...and you come into quite a large cave.

There is a story attached to this cave. When I have the details, I will post them here.
An e-mail from Sylvia Russell filled me in on a story concerning Tresilian Bay. She tells me that it is named after Prince Silian who is reputed to have "kept court" there in the 3rd and 4th centuries. He was one of the first pagans to be converted to Christianity, who after his death became a saint.  St Silian's court was later replaced by an inn which was a favourite meeting place for smugglers and wreckers.

 

The cave was used by smugglers and is believed to have a tunnel which led to St Donat's Castle.

 

Sir Henry Stradling who is buried in the crypt under the chapel of St Donat's is reputed to have been a smuggler.  Apparently on one of his many voyages, his ship was scuttled and left to sink with crew and cargo aboard.  He was taken captive and held to ransom.  It was many months before the Stradling family paid a huge ransom for his release, but he never forgot the indignities he suffered at the pirates' hands.

 

A long time later, he saw a strange ship in the bay and a solitary pirate standing on the shore.
He had him arrested and taken captive.  The ship eventually sailed off without him and by an ironic twist of fate, the captive turned out to be the very one who had captured him and murdered his men.  For revenge the prisoner was taken to the mouth of the cave and made to watch as a deep hole was dug.  Then he was buried up to his neck and left to watch the sea coming nearer and nearer until it eventually engulfed him. To this day it is said that whenever a winter wind blows in from the sea, you can hear the shrill cries of fright and despair echoing through Tresilian cave.

A chilling story that tells of harder times and the rough justice that was metered out...

Received from e-mail land in early October 2004:

'I stumbled across your site while researching my family history.  I am a descendant of the Stradling family (via Cadogans &  Bantings).  I know relatively little about this branch of the family and was delighted to find your description of Henry Stradling’s pirate encounter. 

You mentioned that this story came from Sylvia Russell.  Did she mention which Henry Stradling it was?  I am related to Sir Henry Harry Stradling (abt 1430-1451) who died in Cyprus.  I imagine this is not the same Henry as the story, but thought I should check.  If you have date to identify which Henry this was, please let me know.  If not, would you pass my request along to Ms. Russell?  Thank you for sharing some family lore.'

Edmund Feingold
A panoramic view of the Bay.

More panoramic pictures can be seen here.

Victorian day