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The Throne of the Sleeping Prince
Castell Sycharth
Upon this earthwork—this ancient motte and bailey—stood Sycharth Castle, seat of Owain Glyndŵr (1359-c.1416), the last true Prince of Wales. Descended from the blood of Llywelyn the Great, Glyndŵr was no mere rebel but a rightful claimant to sovereignty, a man who once bore arms for the English Crown before turning those same weapons against his oppressors.
In 1400, following the theft of his ancestral lands and the erosion of Welsh power, Glyndŵr raised the dragon banner. For a decade, Wales burned with rebellion.
The Comet of 1402 blazed across the heavens—a celestial herald visible to all, proclaiming Glyndŵr's destined victory. Yet destiny proved cruel: the rebellion faltered, the English tightened their grip, and the Prince vanished into the mists. No grave bears his name. No tomb holds his bones.
But know this: he did not die. The prophecy remains unbroken. Glyndŵr sleeps—waiting, watching—until Wales faces another hour of direst need. Then shall he rise again, the Once and Future Prince, to deliver his people.
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Local Knowledge
I heard the story about a shoemaker tricking a husband and wife pair of giants who wanted to settle on the island. The wife was carrying a massive pile of stones in her apron, supposedly to help build a shelter for them while they terrorised their locality. The brutes approached the frightened and small shoemaker, the husband snarling when he said that they were looking for a place to settle. He asked 'oh uhhhh whereabouts then?' to which they replied 'Anglesey'.
Although frightened by the pair, he quickly caught on that they had no idea that they were, in fact, right where they wanted to be! So he came up with a plan to trick the pair. He asked then to follow him and led them across the island towards the coast and pointed to Ireland, saying 'if it's Anglesey you are looking for, then there it is over there'.
This trick worked, the giants were caught unaware and were furious. The giants wife, in a huff, turned to his husband and yelled there was no way she was going to swim across the sea with all these stones in her apron and so dumped them on the coast.
Both giants, feeling dejected, left the island never to be seen again.
Arwyn Owen