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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Sunday, 21 February 2010

An Eventful Week

The week began well enough with a concert in the pub/bar given by the duo 'Bio Baptiste LB' who played the double bass, bass guitar, guitar, voice and accordeon in their own particular slightly eccentric but enjoyable fashion: At the moment on mondays I open for the evening aperitif trade, except that it's beer and not your typical apero, then I close early, later in the evening I went down to Dave's bar in Paule, just the other side of Carhaix on the Rostrenen road; Dave is a conjuror, born in Caerphilly, but has moved around since, and whose father comes from Troedyrhiw in Merthyr Tydfil. I met up again with my new friends from the previous week in Callac, the one from Porth and the other from Darlington (Darlington was a 19th century iron town on the lines of Merthyr). A retired English drummer was holding court at the corner table, aiming the odd humerous jibe at his wife who was sitting next to him, although she was giving as good as she was getting. Before the end a boy came in wearing the Prince of Wales's feathers, which have nothing to do with Cymru/Wales but are worn by the National rugby team they should be replaced forthwith by the leek or the daffodil, particularly as the Prince is reclaiming them, he turned out to be Rhys Llewelyn from Aberporth who's living in nearby Le Moustoir, he told me that he'd heard about my pub and my speaking only Welsh and Breton within, perhaps that's why my British trade is so small considering the number of them living in the area. Same as last week, I drank a few coffees and a few ballons of beer before heading home sometime after 10 o'clock, one can't be too careful, people are being stopped and controlled by the police in Carhaix all the time these days. Tuesday afternoon saw me heading to Brest and the Gwenael Kerleo concert. I drove to the 'Port de Commerce', had a drink in 'Le Mouette' for the first time in thirty years, asked for directions to the 'Tara Inn' where the landlord is a friend of mine, it turned out to be just around the corner. There I asked to see Chris, but he was in Las Vegas, I asked for 'McGuigan's' which was up the road and run by my friend Sheridan from Belfast who I used to visit at 'Chez Dan's', or 'The Claddagh Inn' in Rennes; It is now the equally popular 'Westport Inn'; he was in Carhaix. He,s got a traditional inn, a bar with meals and bedrooms, I had intended staying there and had sent an e-mail in advance which they hadn't received, a film company had booked all the rooms so I would have to look elsewhere! I left my car at the port and climbed the steps to the centre, I need the exercise, all the more so now that I've stopped taking my tablets. I found the 'Salle Vauban', confirmed my place which I had reserved through facebook, and carried on up the 'Rue Jean Jaures' stopping for a home brew in the 'Taverne St. Martin', they have brewers boilers or cuves in the middle of the bar; I headed on to the 'Place Guerin' passing in front of the 'Triskell' now closed, and continued to the'Café de la Plage', hoping to meet up with friends and finding a place to stay, horror of horrors! the place was empty with electric wires hanging from the ceiling. What to do now? I walked down the hill to 'The Dubliners' that used to be owned by Joe Smith who has sadly passed on, but was carried on by his daughter, I thought I might have met someone there, but it's been sold on and wasn't the same place. Slightly disappointed I carried on to the concert, five minutes late losing my place because it was packed out, no importance, I always stay at the bar anyway. The barman was a bi-lingual Bangladeshi, I couldn't resist mentioning our curries back in Merthyr which were named after Indian ports where the Bangladeshi sailors regularly put down anchor. The concert was heavenly, the music sublime; I knew a few harpists back in Cymru/Wales and had been spoiled through often listening to Elinor Bennett raising funds for the Party, but this wasn't classical virtuoso, this was a feast of harp; harp-violin; harp-accordeon; harp-uillean pipes plus flutes, banjo and varied drums. When all the instruments came together there was a touch of Moving Hearts or Dan Ar Bras, or even Alan Stivell, but this was incomparably Gwenael Kerleo and a splendid celebration of 15 years on stage. After it was all over I went up to the bar for a few drinks and a chat, and whilst there, asked the barman whether there were room vacancies, which there were, so I booked a room. After checking my blood sugar level I found it far too high, told the barman to forget the room as I had to go for a very long intensive walk, I finished up at my car, driving back home and missing the Huelgoat turn-off on the way and getting lost, finally getting home an hour late. Wednesday passed by and thursday went along normally, with the finalising of my january accounts for Quimper the following morning. At 11.20p.m. I couldn't see anyone else coming in, so I arranged the fire-place by taking off the wood and putting out the fire, doing the till, locking the toilet door, stopping the music, putting out the heater, locking the second entrance door, and as I was turning the key in the front door the street lights went out indicating that it was bang on 11.30p.m., I came home, working for a while on the internet before retiring to my bed with the music on. At 2.45a.m. I was woken up by shouting, that there was a fire at the pub, that there was nothing left and that the firefighters wanted me there straight away. Thirty years of my life had gone up in smoke.

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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.