Snowdon Choo-Choo by Motorhome
Caernarfon Castle
Caernarfon is the most famous Castle in Wales
The Castle was built by Edward the first
To encompass the Kingdom of Gwynedd
Merlin the Magician prophesised that a descendant of Cadwallader
The last Welsh King to wear the crown of Britain
Was a legendary King and a leader of the Celts
Myths and traditions say he was King Arthur
He would rise to power and begin the slaughter of foreigners
Merlin was the illegitimate son of a monastic Royal Princess
His father was an Angel who had visited the Royal Nun
Merlin’s enemies claimed his father was really an incubus
An evil spirit that has intercourse with sleeping women
The evil child was supposed to provide a counterweight
To the good influence of Jesus Christ on earth
Merlin fortunately was baptized early in his life
An event said to have negated the evil in his nature
The story may have been invented to save his mother from
A scandal which would have occurred had her liaison with
Morfyn Frych the freckled Prince been made public
A farmstead in Llyn Y Gabair
Snowdon Moutain Railway
Phemie and Jessie decided not to accompany their menfolk on the little train to the top of Snowdon. Jessie had said;
‘You two tramps can go oan yer wee choo-choo
Me an’ Phemie will sit here an’ have a cream tea, isn’t that right, Phemie?’
‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie’
It was when the lads were sitting in the open-air carriage on their way back down the track that things developed
They were eveloped in clouds of black smoke, soot and ash coming from the smoke-stack of the engine;
‘Och, well, Francie, this is a good opporchancity tae sample thae two cigars I’ve been savin’ for such an occasion
Will ye join me, Francie?’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie’
The lads lit-up their cheroots and were puffing away merrily in tune with the smoke-stack
A little silver-haired lady suddenly reached up and pulled the emergency cord
The train came to a juddering halt and the conductor came huffing and puffing to the carriage;
‘Who pulled the cord?’ he asked
‘It was me,’ said the old lady, ‘those two gentlemen are smoking’
‘Smoking’s not allowed on my train,’ he said to the lads
‘But the bliddy driver’s smokin,’ said Josie
‘Oh, and that’s another thing,’ he said, ‘the use of bad language, get off my train’
The lads found themselves on the pathway alongside;
‘Och, here they come, Phemie, like a couple o’ bliddy miners hame frae the pit
Let’s sip up oor gin an’ tonics an’ we’ll head back tae the Motorhome‘
‘Whit happened tae ye two eejits? Ye’re baith as black as soot,’ asked Phemie
‘Och, we goat chucked aff the wee choo-choo for smokin’,’ said Josie
‘Och, magic, Josie, jist magic, Josie,’ said Jessie
Mount Snowdon Visitor Centre
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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