Visited with Raz, Fat Panda & Rott3nWood
Background;
Leri / Lerry Mills, situated at the confluence of the Ceulan and Leri rivers produced Tweed for suit making using both water wheels from the river and workers to power the looms and spinning machinery.
Little history can be found about the mills but they were built on the site of an old furnace which smelted the lead from local lead mines. Records date this back to 1642. The mill itself stopped meaningful production around 1958-60 in-line with when the UK became a net cotton importer and the general demise of the industry put paid to over 800 mills. At this time the two mills were purchased by Mr J Hughes – he ran the mills with his wife till the end of 1980 as a popular tourist attraction. In the August of 1981 they put the whole site, including a 6 bedroom house, the two tweed mills, a craft shop and 14 acres of land around the river bank with shooting & fishing rights, for sale at a guide price £150’000. The site is now owned by a lovely old guy who was very helpful once we explained why we were in his garden
Explore;
So whilst out on one of our many trips into deepest darkest Wales we decided to drop in on this place. So parking up, in a car small car park and grabbing our things we then proceeded down a small grassy path... or someones garden as it appeared when an old bloke pops his head out of a door shouting at us, and as i was nearest he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me towards the house when i tried to walk off. So whilst being dragged along, trying to explain why we were there and getting ready to twat him with my tripod he suddenly seemed to pick up on one word. "Photography", he then instantly changed from being angry to being very very interested and by the end of the conversation we knew exactly where we were going, we knew the history of the mills and also why he had acted the way he had...
Please if you go here, just knock on the blue door and tell him, he's a lonely guy and would appreciate the company im sure
So we ventured around the mills and up and down the river for an uneventful hour or so.
Once finished, Myself, FatPanda and Rott3nwood headed back up to the house and he had made us a CD full of old photos of the place and all the history, along with his email address and phone number We again chatted for a while before our conversation was cut short by the sound of an accident, Raz decided he wanted to go for a swim... Casualties for the day - One camera and Raz's pride
Heres some shots;
All in all, a great explore. The owner suggested that we come back in spring.. and considering the beauty of the place... I think i just might.
Thanks for looking
Background;
Leri / Lerry Mills, situated at the confluence of the Ceulan and Leri rivers produced Tweed for suit making using both water wheels from the river and workers to power the looms and spinning machinery.
Little history can be found about the mills but they were built on the site of an old furnace which smelted the lead from local lead mines. Records date this back to 1642. The mill itself stopped meaningful production around 1958-60 in-line with when the UK became a net cotton importer and the general demise of the industry put paid to over 800 mills. At this time the two mills were purchased by Mr J Hughes – he ran the mills with his wife till the end of 1980 as a popular tourist attraction. In the August of 1981 they put the whole site, including a 6 bedroom house, the two tweed mills, a craft shop and 14 acres of land around the river bank with shooting & fishing rights, for sale at a guide price £150’000. The site is now owned by a lovely old guy who was very helpful once we explained why we were in his garden
Explore;
So whilst out on one of our many trips into deepest darkest Wales we decided to drop in on this place. So parking up, in a car small car park and grabbing our things we then proceeded down a small grassy path... or someones garden as it appeared when an old bloke pops his head out of a door shouting at us, and as i was nearest he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me towards the house when i tried to walk off. So whilst being dragged along, trying to explain why we were there and getting ready to twat him with my tripod he suddenly seemed to pick up on one word. "Photography", he then instantly changed from being angry to being very very interested and by the end of the conversation we knew exactly where we were going, we knew the history of the mills and also why he had acted the way he had...
Please if you go here, just knock on the blue door and tell him, he's a lonely guy and would appreciate the company im sure
So we ventured around the mills and up and down the river for an uneventful hour or so.
Once finished, Myself, FatPanda and Rott3nwood headed back up to the house and he had made us a CD full of old photos of the place and all the history, along with his email address and phone number
We again chatted for a while before our conversation was cut short by the sound of an accident, Raz decided he wanted to go for a swim... Casualties for the day - One camera and Raz's pride Heres some shots;
All in all, a great explore. The owner suggested that we come back in spring.. and considering the beauty of the place... I think i just might.
Thanks for looking
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