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Melin Crychydd

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What: Woollen Mill
Where: Undisclosed
Built: 1847
Architect: Unknown
Abandoned: 1962
Listed: Grade II*
Visited: Dec. 2010, Jan. 2011, Jul. 2013
Last Known Condition: Derelict
Page Updated: Jan. 2014

Crychydd Mill was built in 1847 by the Morris family and produced flannel and cloth which was sent to markets across Wales and Great Britain. The mill was also a significant local employer and later became the first supplier of power to the local village, which was the first in in the county to have electricity. The parish council paid £10.00 per annum for street lighting and houses were charged 5 shillings for one 60W lamp which then cost a further seven shillings and sixpence for 3 months electricity supply. Mr Morris turned off the power at 10.30pm each night believing that that was quite late enough for anyone to be awake. During the Second World War demand for flannel products fell and despite diversification into new products and the opening of a shop on the first floor, the mill went into decline, finally closing in 1962. Unfortunately, attempts to donate the property to the National Trust for preservation were unsuccessful as the owner was unable to provide a share of the funding and so the mill was abandoned.

Spinning mule
Spinning mule

Old gears
Old gears

The deliverer
The Deliverer

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The front of the mill Pelton Wheel turbine Winding General view of downstairs Drive chain Loom Loom Spindles Window Upper floor with baskets Carved initials As unappealing as it sounds, Valentine's Meat Juice was once a big seller Artefacts Welsh scriptural companion Invoices from the 1950s Blueprint for a wireless set

Today it looks like very little has changed since the day the last shift finished and the machines fell silent almost sixty years ago. Protected by obscurity and relative isolation, it has become fossilised, frozen in time: bobbins are still wound with wool and the last cloth woven is still lying on the shuttle loom. Baskets of unspun wool stand waiting on the upper floor and books and papers lie scattered about, all covered in a thick layer of dust, deadening sound: a world away from the deafening clatter of a working mill.


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