On a recent holiday I managed to track down the
ALFRED W HUGHES MEMORIAL in Gwynedd, North Wales. The first photo explains its raison d’être – this is repeated in Welsh on the back, north facing side but as a result it is difficult to read, even for a Welsh speaker.
As you head north on the A487 from Machynlleth to Dolgellau it is on the right of the road just after the turn off to the village of Corris. If you are heading south you will only catch a glimpse of it in your rear view mirror. Heading north you can park just north of it but it then requires a dodgy crossing on foot of the A487. Alternatively, as we did, you can park down in the village and ascend the series of ramps up to it. Health warning: as you look at it you will be standing in the middle of the “Mach Loop” – four Hawks banked immediately overhead just as we reached the top of the climb.
The next photo shows the whole memorial and the one after a close-up of his effigy, surprisingly looking away from the village of Corris where he went to school and his interest in medicine first started by assisting the local doctor. He was actually born outside the village further north up the valley.
Whether it was the exhaustion of the climb, the mind-numbing roar of the Hawks or just plain Anno Domini, but we forgot to look for his grave in the churchyard of Corris Church. This link makes up for our shortcoming:
www.findagrave.com/memorial/219947381/alfred-william-hughes
Finally, a photo of the unveiling of the memorial on 9th September 1905 – obviously a typical Welsh day weather wise! The buglers belonged to the 5th Battalion of the South Wales Borderers. They must have erected a platform for the photographer to stand on for him to obtain that view.
Another reason for visiting Corris – the Corris Light Railway. Sadly since Covid they seem to be experiencing difficulties and were not operating during the week of our holiday. This was compensated for by discovering the house where my Great Grandparents lived in 1911 – being a Primitive Methodist Minister my Great Grandfather would not have approved of my interest in the Boer War, identifying the location of a family photograph taken about the same time, meeting up with my paternal cousins and finally, meeting up with 5 of my classmates from Waterloo Road Junior & Infants School, Smethwick – we call ourselves the 49ers because we started there in 1949 and a surviving school report shows there were once 49 of us! Living in the past is an awful lot of fun.
Oh, I have digressed again! Some final words to end about Professor Alfred W Hughes, a truly great man whose life was cut all too short at the age of 39.