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We have set up this page for a poem we have received by a guest, Des Gundry who stayed with his family in October 2010 and we hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

A Week-end - Away for Slates

A week-end in Betws and did the rain wet ws
Going down to the pwb for some excellent grwb?
The Abbot had changed to The Reverend James,
A true Reformation you see!

Then well fed and aled as backwards we trailed
(With bags full of liquor which helped us go quicker)
To the lounge in the billet - we'd just about fill it,
But we didn't go there to drink tea!

Next day to Llanberis with Mike and with Cerys
(A convenient rhyme which I'll use one more time
To remind us of Snowdon - yr Wyddfa ) then drove on
To the station at Gilfach Ddu * * pronounced the.

Within Slate Museum I thought we should see `em
The things where your landlord keeps absolute record
Of sums that you owe him and hopes you will pay him
And admission was happily free.

Yes, admission was free but to enter, dear me!
Folks were led through the shop where they hoped you would stop
A display of Welsh craft, did they think we were daft!
No, we passed through the Exit, tee-hee!

Four cottages giving a taste of what living
Was like for our forbears(but couldn't go upstairs).
On the way out I was mindful to shout "NO VACANCIES found" to a couple around
But they looked void of humour to me!

A side-splitting side-show, the slate-splitting demo
It was hard not to laugh at the antics of Taff
Who'd plainly been billed with the Empire at Cardiff
And said he performed for a fee.

Then leave fun and frolics, forget the hydraulics
This last I reveal means the giant water wheel
So forget the hydraulics, we're true alcoholics -
That's much too much water for thee!

You need a Beyer-Garratt - get down to Beddgelert
A climb to the Station brought much hesitation
Hair started to bristle on hearing a whistle
But the puffing was coming from me.

To the Pont y the Pont y with good news of Monty.
The Reverend James and The Old Speckled Hen.
Mike ferried us both ways deserving our due praise
Magnificent day you'll agree.

Sun shone without stopping encouraging shopping
On Sunday in Betws; the good weather let us
Consider we should go and visit Llandudno
So we made our way down to the sea.

The Kings Head had beckoned but not for one second
Did one of us think of ignoring the call.
The Abbot was present and that's very pleasant.
We all bent our elbows with glee.

So, here ends the saga of real ale and lager
Of red wine and cider and White & Mackays
Of narrow gauge railways and slate by the shed load
All praise the Glan Llugwy - our glasses we raise.. 
who stayed with ourselves for the first time in October with his family.    by Des Gundry

n.b. Pont y relates to the Pont-y-Pair Hotel/Restaurant a few minutes walk from ourselves.