Dwyryd

I lean on the ffridd gate and look back, the two estuaries of Glaslyn and Dwyryd perfectly framed.

Country diary: Harlech Jim Perrin 2010

I did not expect it to move into the Dwyryd river in my lifetime.

The 25-Year Riverine Journey of a Wooden Boulder Carved out of a Felled 200-Year-Old Oak Tree 2008

At that point the boulder was near the junction with the River Dwyryd, 'one storm away from release into the river and then the Irish Sea ...

The 25-Year Riverine Journey of a Wooden Boulder Carved out of a Felled 200-Year-Old Oak Tree 2008

The house known as Beudy Gwyn, with its stunning views across the Dwyryd estuary near Minffordd in what is now Gwynedd, was renovated by the Burns in 1951.

Michael Burn obituary Meic Stephens 2010

Man about town, journalist, soldier, poet, novelist and playwright, and latterly a breeder of mussels on the Dwyryd and Glaslyn estuaries of north-west Wales, Burn – widely known as Micky – lived his life with panache and a debonair grin.

Michael Burn obituary Meic Stephens 2010

A scarab once again, it was winched out by Nash and rolled back into the stream the other side, where it sat on the stony bed under some trees close to the confluence with the River Dwyryd for eight years until November 2002, when a strong enough flood eventually carried it into the main river.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

We go back in the car and follow the old droving road past the house where Inigo Jones was born, crossing the Dwyryd by the lovely triple-arched stone bridge he built, with seats of slate set in the triangular pedestrian refuges where people sit and watch the oak-fringed river on summer evenings.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

A scarab once again, it was winched out by Nash and rolled back into the stream the other side, where it sat on the stony bed under some trees close to the confluence with the River Dwyryd for eight years until November 2002, when a strong enough flood eventually carried it into the main river.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

We go back in the car and follow the old droving road past the house where Inigo Jones was born, crossing the Dwyryd by the lovely triple-arched stone bridge he built, with seats of slate set in the triangular pedestrian refuges where people sit and watch the oak-fringed river on summer evenings.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

Oedd, roedd 'na dŷ o'r enw Prysor yn yr ysgol (Prysor, Bowydd, Dwyryd a Cynfal oedd y tai - a mi oeddwn i yn Cynfal!), ond doedd hogia fy nghenhedlaeth i yn y dre ddiwydiannol heb arfer ei glywed fel enw ar berson - dim fel oeddan ni yn Trawsfynydd, cartref yr afon, wedi arfer, beth bynnag.

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