Mae'n bont rhwng Llydaw (Plouie) a Chymru (Merthyr Tudful)/ A bridge between Brittany (Plouye) and Wales (Merthyr).

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Degemer Mat, Bienvenu(e), Welcome, Croeso i Lydaw ag i 'Tavarn Ty Elise'. Ambiance positive acçeptée, ambiance negative rejetée.
An hent /Route de Collorec
Bro Gerne/Cornouaille
29690 Plouie/Plouye
Penn ar Bed/Finistere
Twinned with Carrog in North Wales
All times are negotiable between 6am. & 1am., but
generally is as follows:
Llun/Lun/Mon: Fermé
Maw/Meu/Mar/Tue: Fermé
Mer/Wed: 15h > 23h
Iau/Yaou/Jeu/Thu: 15h > 23h
Gwe/Ven/Fri: 15h > 23h
Sad/Sam/Sat: 12:30h > 23h
Sul/Sun/Dim: 12:30h > ?
(33)(0)229250115 (pub) leave message.
Mobile: 0699724935

A little bar lost in the Breton countryside with a clay floor, wood burner, an eclectic music collection, Welsh, Irish, Breton, World, & pop/rock we don't have hip-hop/rap/techno, no juke-box or pool table. We do have real ale, organic artisanal beers and local farm cider, malt whiskies(Scotch, Irish, Breton & Welsh) and bourbons. Priority given to live music; wifi.
Coreff Ambrée: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2 euros 50
Coreff Blonde Bio: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2,50e
Coreff Blanche: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2,50e
Coreff I.P.A.: Pint = 5euros, demi = 2,50e
Coreff Stout: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2,50e
Pint of cider = Pint = 4euros, demi= 2e
My photos of Brittany taken when I was out of work on sale for 2,50euros each.
T(ee)-shirts: 15e au bar; 20e p+p.
Bar games: draughts; chess; dominoes; cards; solitaire; backgammon. Extensive parking & large beer garden opposite.

PLOUIE/PLOUYE, Breizh/Llydaw/Brittany/Bretagne:

(The original premise: "Mainly banter, slightly rambling reminiscences, a little bit political, slightly cultural and a touch of publicity for my bar in Brittany".)

Ambiance positive acceptée, ambiance negative rejetée.
(Positive ambience accepted, negative ambience rejected).
Le mot clé est 'convivialité' - 'Conviviality' is the key word.
Degustation, appreciation, conversation, tout en écoutant la musique.

Up in smoke

Regrettably my Pub 'Tavarn Ty Elise', a little bar in the Breton countryside between Uhelgoad (Huelgoat) & Karaez (Carhaix), (Bro Gerne) Finistere, Breizh/Llydaw/Brittany/Bretagne burned down in the early hours of friday February 19, 2010. Thirty years of my life up in smoke, but in spite of that the phoenix has risen again and the red dragon is back.
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Monday 8 October 2012

A Month in the Sun

I received a call from Gareth in Cardiff to go to Portugal as an unpaid consultant but with board & lodge and petrol re-imbursed in order to help his girlfriend Dale who was starting up the 'Arco Bar' at Tavira in the Algarve. I waited until an advance came through from Rudi then on Sunday 2 Sept. I answered the call, stopping at Gourin for the pipers' championship, then on to the Nantes periphery where I pulled up to sleep in the back of my estate which is conveniently long enough to place a sleeping bag. About 3 o'clock in the morning I was awoken by torchlight of one of  3 policemen asking me to get out and what was I doing there, after I told them I was on my way to Portugal they told me that I shouldn't be sleeping there and had I been drinking, to which I answered in the affirmative and waited for the breathalyser, the first policeman took my keys and drove off in my car, the second told me to get in the back of the police car which followed till we turned off into a service area where I got out and was advised that this was a better place to sleep, leaving with a wisecrack about the chances of my old Opel Astra making it all the way. If they had tested my breath there may not have been any trip nor driving licence especially as I only have one point left.
    I woke up driving on past Niort, Bordeaux, Saint Sebastian, Burgos, Valladolid, Salamanca, Merida, Seville, Huelva, Tavira; 48 hours later on the Tuesday evening I arrived after 2000 km (1200 m) and a few stops at service stations.
    Gareth had told me that my consultancy would be between 9.30pm & 2am (3am Sat/Sun) with nothing to do during the day and a beach on the doorstep, he forgot to mention the lock-ins and a boat to the beach. I quickly set in to a routine, mostly with Gareth, every day we'd go to the same café on the square for a large  coffee with milk, followed by a Sagres or Super Bock; a walk around the village taking photos, or a trip to the beach, would be followed by a visit to the 'Black Anchor' Irish bar. Sometimes we would say hello to the Dutch & English bars, but it was mainly to the Black Anchor that I went for my liquid refreshment before going to offer my advice evey night except Mondays for a month, and who would have thought that it would take a visit to Portugal to experience the all-Ireland Hurling & Gaelic Football finals. One day we didn't go to sleep till 6am, although that was an exception there was a lock-in almost every night.
  My daily routine, the local architecture, and the village boundaries brought to mind Patrick McGoohan's 'The Prisoner' at Porthmeirion. I enjoyed visiting the locals in their little corner bars, I made new friends, particularly Des & his wife, Kev, Dave, Jao, Paolo, Renato, Karen & Dave; the beach was magnificent, I visited another beach down the road at Cabanas, which made me think of my friend & Merthyr rugby coach Terry Cavanagh, which also had ferry access, we ate at little Portuguese restaurants, drank Portuguese wines & beers, + the digestives were voluminous & cheap. I was impressed by my temporary change in life-style, I've never really eaten in restaurants except for our Indian & Chinese back in Merthyr, so I was also happy to have lamb curry in the two Indian restaurants on the square.
     After I'd helped Dale change her address I took a day off before leaving the village after exactly a month; my last night saw me staying behind at the Irish bar at the bequest of the Irish landlord & landlady, after a discussion in good company I left to spend my last night in the back of my car, Dale having moved. The following day I went back to the café for my daily coffee and to say goodbye before driving away from Tavira forever.
     I couldn't drive back to Plouye without looking for a place that Gareth had previously told me about further east going by the name of Taffy's Bar, the problem was that I couldn't remember the address, so I drove down to Amaçao de Pera in the hope of finding it there. I wandered around the beach for a while, no ferry needed, before going to a pharmacy for a new pair of spectacles, where on my mentioning 'Taffy's Bar' he looked it up on the computer which gave its address as Praia da Rocha a further 20km to the west. Off I went straight away to get to the beach area of a highly commercial built up town, bars, hotels, restaurants everywhere, I parked my car and followed the promenade overlooking yet another beautiful never-ending beach with steps leading down everywhere; I'd convinced myself that this was the place but I was walking on and on passing in front of every kind of bar & restaurant from Japanese to Irish, hope draining until finally at the end of a long walk, there it was 'Taffy's Bar & Grill'. I took a few photos before entering, ordered a pint of Guinness, the landlord is from Treorchy, there were screens with that night's matches as in the Irish bar in Tavira, it was quiz night, I helped a Welsh couple and I had a long chat with a miner from Aberdare working in Aberpergwm, about Eddie Thomas, Howard Winstone, Malcolm Price, and Decker from Swansea Road; happy to have been there I went to my car, slept, and the following day it took me 31 hours to drive back the 1,991km. the same road as I came on, keeping a vigilant eye on the engine temperature, but although I had to pass over the Pyrenees the magnificence of which I missed twice by driving at night, I needn't have worried because it's more tunnels than actually climbing. It had been brilliant sunshine, and was to Bordeaux, the first clouds showed themselves near Vannes, then the dark clouds approaching Lorient, an hour later I was glad to get into my bed, only to be awoken by Elise wanting to know when I'd arrived, after she'd left I got out of bed and observed wet traces on the floor leading outside, so I opened the door to see the rain, I was well & truly back.

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Jean-Claude Dreyfus, & Merzhin au bar Ty Elise

Post-cards sent to pub/bar

The discoloration on certain cards is from the cigarette smoke and open fire due to having been pinned to the ceiling for many years.

Bro Gozh ma Zadou

Meic Stevens - Rue St. Michel (leaning against my bar)

Glenn Devant le Pub/Bar Eté 2009

Those with an advanced musical aptitude who have trodden the clay floor

Jim O' Rourke; An Triskell; Glenmor; Youenn Gwernig; George Jouin; Liam Weldon; Jean-Yves le Roux; Alan Stivell: Dan ar Bras; Yann Tiersen; Davy Spillane; Meic Stevens; Paddy Keenan; Patrick Molard; Les Freres Morvan; Alan Simon; Tornaod; Lleuwen Steffan; Soig Siberil; Nolwenn Corbell; Steve Eaves (& Cerys Matthews, according to Steve's daughter Lleuwen Steffan); Gwennyn Mammen; Jackie Molard; Glenn le Merdy; Youenn Bihan; Twm Morris; Gilles le Bigot; Laurent Jouin; Eric Marchand; Pierre Crepillon; Les Freres Quere; Jean-Jacques Milteau; Rhys Harries(Trwynau Coch); Jean-Claude Dreyfuss (o.k. so he doesn't sing); Gweltaz ar Fur; Siân James; Derek Smith (Mabon); Gareth Westacott & Guy (Toreth); Plethyn; Yr Hwntws; Bernez Tangi; Gaby Kergoncuff; Louis (Lulu) Roujon; Louise Ebrell; Annie Ebrell; Jean-Claude Lalanne; Bernie Smyth; The Halby Brothers; Brian McNeill; Jamie McMenemy; Jean-Michel Veillon; Patrick LeFebvre; Fanch Landreau; Linda Thompson, from Fairport Convention; Mick Tems & Pat Smith; Peter Meazey, Susanne George and Stuart Brown (Mabsant); Dom Duff; Dedé Hellec; Michel Caous; Michel Clec'h; Ti Jaz; Anweledig; Kristen Nikolaz; Kern; Christian LeMaitre; Dezzie Wilkinson; Sean Corcoran; Jim Rowlands; Gazman; Maffia Mr Huws; Yvon Etienne; Iestyn ap Rhobert; Gafin Morgan; Côr Caron, Tregaron; Côr Seren Burma Star Choir, Abertawe/Swansea; Hastan; Fanch le Marrec; Katell Uguen; Katell Kloareg; Brigitte Kloareg; Fran May; Jamie Bevan; E.V.; Laurent Bigot; George Cadoudal; Re An Are; Mona Jaouen; Denez Abernot; Pat Kilbride; Aelodau'r Anweledig; Aelodau'r Mim Twm Llai; Aymeric; Matteo Cargnelutti; Jean Baron; Katelsong; Dik Banovich; not forgetting the Peruvian native American who made a point of calling in to play 'en route' to concerts in Paris, Berlin and London: Would those of you with better memories than myself please be kind enough to let me know who I've inadvertently left out.



Independence Cymru

Owain Glyndwr

Pan anwyd fi,

'Roedd gwyneb nef yn llawn o ffurfiau tanllyd,

A rhedai'r geifr o'r bryniau; a'r diadelloedd

Ddieithr frefent yn y meusydd dychrynadwy:

'R arwyddion hyn a'm hynodasant i,

A holl droellau'm bywyd a ddangosant

Fy mod uwchlaw cyffredin ddyn.

(Shakespeare: Henry IV)

Wales - W. Watkin Davies

Wales - W. Watkin Davies

Destiny of the Britons - Taliesin

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Wales United

"If they decide to unite," he said, "they would be completely invincible. This nation would be fortunate....if they could accept one prince, and he a good one." - Gerallt Cymro (Giraldus Cambrensis)
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The result was that the king, Henry II, with his mighty army, was forced to retreat, and in his anger he blinded his hostages and burned the churches.

Putting the Record Straight

At a time when the vast majority of the French abandoned their fate into the hands of Marshall Pétin, many Bretons chose, and that as early as 1940, to go to England to continue the fight. At the end of 1940 the Bretons made up 70% of the resistance while Brittany only comprises 7% of the French population. The resistance went on to attract more and more men and women, yet at the end of 1943, only six months before the Normandy landings, the Bretons still represented 40% of the Free French. This is not to forget the resistance in Brittany itself, a vast uprising of the whole people, which retained many German troops in the peninsula, for these, had they been allowed to reach the Normandy front, would have pushed the Allies back to sea. It is also thanks to the Bretons that France, whose authorities had massively collaborated with Nazi Germany from 1940 to 1944, could recover her honour. The brutal repression which was triggered after D-Day against all forms of Bretonness, seems all the more disgraceful. Bernard Le Nail

Bethesda Chapel, Georgetown, Merthyr Tydfil

Bethesda Chapel, Georgetown, Merthyr Tydfil
Joseph Parry worshipped in this chapel as a young boy before going "off to Philadelphia in the morning". One day I received a note from Margaret Roberts, Emrys's wife asking me to volunteer to help to clean it out, which I was happy to do. Later on John Jenkins had an office there and I used to go down to see him for a chat at lunch time."



Richard Trevithithick Commemorative Plate

Richard Trevithithick Commemorative Plate
2004 Bi- Centenary Limited Edition No. 110 out of 200, a gift to me from Llinos Davis representing the school

The first steam locomotive to run on rails in the world, Feb. 1804

The first steam locomotive to run on rails in the world, Feb. 1804
Designed by the children of Ysgol Santes Tudful, Merthyr Ty(u)dfi(u)l

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Born Merthyr Tydfil, Cymru/Wales/Galles
Georgetown Infants,Queen's Rd.Infants, Penydarren Juniors, Cyfarthfa Grammar, Merthyr Tydfil
Sold ice-cream in Billy Smart's Circus, Merthyr Tydfil
Records clerk, Ebbw Vale Steelworks
Turner, Moss Gears, Merthyr Tydfil
Insurance salesman, Prudential, Merthyr Tydfil
Handyman, Castle Hotel, Merthyr Tydfil
Asst. Costermonger around the streets of Rhymni, Merthyr & Cwm Cynon Valley
Industrial painter, Mid-Glam C.C.
Storeman;night watchman;refuse collector;street cleaner;toilet attendant;brickie's,plasterer's,fitter's,
roofer's mate;Town Hall caretaker;General handyman, Rhydycar Leisure Centre,all with Merthyr Borough Council
Shop Steward;Political Ward Branch Secretary;Constituency Membership Secretary;National Delegate;Area Organiser Welsh Language;County Council Candidate;Election Agent, Borough Council;member of Merthyr Tydfil and Ebbw Vale Rugby Clubs;member of Gellifaelog Bowls Club;life-long supporter of Merthyr Tydfil F.C., founder member of extra mural Welsh classes; signed Merthyr's 'Visitors' Book' after Charles and Di; moved to Brittany in 1979, landlord of 'Tavarn Ty Elise';
voted in newspaper, person who comes to mind when one thinks of Brittany; more than one guide book refers to my Pub as an 'institution'; largest open air music festival in France conceived in my Bar. Helped to establish first 'Real Ale' micro-brewery in Brittany. Alan Stivell is my niece's godfather and my daughter's godmother is a daughter one of the 'Soeurs Gouadec';Yann Tiersen played in the pub;Jean-Claude Dreyfuss drank and acted in the pub for a video-clip.
For my Wedding, the Merthyr Express sent over its Chief Reporter Melanie Doel and her photographer boyfriend Robert Haines. Best Man to George & Marilyn Quirk; Usher to Mike & Rhiannon Jones. Pall-bearer to Erwan Kervella. Grandfather to Goulwen, Glen & Awena.