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New book coming out about old pubs

I have been working on a book about old pubs through a year when all the pubs were closed. fortunately I managed to get all my ground research done over the preceding 30 years.

There are so many amazing stories associated with these ancient pubs in Wales. Some of them true, some of them exaggerated and some of them just plain mad. And in this book I have captured over 86 of them from all over Wales.

Like the pub which claims to have an elephant buried under its beer garden, the pub where funeral parties take a short cut through the bar to keep an ancient right of access alive, the pub haunted by a randy ghost, the pub with a Roman bath in the cellar, the pub that invented pancake day and many, many more. Is there any truth in them? This book captures them all and puts them in the context of the history of their area and time so you can be the judge. And what about the age-old question of which is the oldest pub in Wales? We have eight different establishments all claiming it’s them, so which one is right? 

Throughout my book I try to clear some of the fog. A task made all the more difficult because many publicans in the 18th and 19th century had very vivid imaginations. Some of them made the most outlandish claims about their pubs to attract tourists, which in themselves make for fascinating reading. 

This book is packed with legend, folklore and some dubious interpretations of history. But when you put it all together it gives us some amazing insights into Wales in a bygone era and the pubs our ancestors used to drink in. It also highlights the modern plight of the ancient boozer. So many amazing pubs, with fascinating histories which you will find in these pages are for sale, are on the brink or are already lost to us.

If that sounds like your sort of thing, there is a website where you can pre order it. Just click on the link. https://talesfromhistoricpubsofwales.co.uk

New book. Coming out this summer.
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How a 12th C Welsh legend became a weapon in the Anglo Spanish war

This is the story of how an ancient bit of Welsh folklore about a Welsh prince called Madoc ap Gwynedd was weaponised to challenge Spain’s sovereignty over her colonies in America by the British government.

Prince Madoc (the man “Port Madoc” was named after) was a very real person. As were all the other central characters in the accounts which follow. The legend has it, that when Prince Madoc’s father died, his two eldest brothers fought each other over who should succeed to the throne. It had dragged the whole kingdom into civil war and Madoc was so disillusioned with this, that in 1170 he put to sea in search of a distraction and an adventure. In 1584, Humphrey Llwd wrote an account of this legend. He described the exploration thus: “ sailing West, and leaving the coast of Ireland so far north, that he came to a land unknowen, where he saw manie strange things.”

The story claims that he found a beautiful and peaceful land which no one knew existed. He left a detachment of men there to establish a settlement, then returned to Wales to tell everyone about their amazing discovery. People were in awe of this exciting new land he had discovered and a flotilla of ships was launched to sail families of settlers back with him to start new lives in this new promise land. But what happened next, no one knows. They sailed off into the horizon, but none of them ever returned or were ever seen again. So, what happened to them? Did they make it? If they did why did no one ever sail back? The legend ends on a note of mystery.

That mystery persisted for the best part of another 500 years. Until 1660. A ship captained by a Welshman named Morgan Jones had been stranded off Oyster Point in modern day South Carolina in the good ole US of A. His situation was getting pretty desperate. The crew were virtually starving as they had been stranded there for nearly 8 months and had run out of food. They were miles off course from where they should have been and were nowhere near any British colonies. They were totally stranded in the wilderness and their options were pretty slim. It was a case of choosing certain death by remaining where they were, or probable death by swimming to shore and trekking through the wilderness until they came to “civilisation”. Given that stark choice, they plumed for probable death and set off, on foot, across the uncharted terrain, in search of salvation.

Jones wrote in his journal that he and his men encountered a tribe of indigenous people who took them prisoner. In his own words “That night they carried us to their town and shut us up close to our no small dread”. Jones and his men were terrified that they were about to be executed so when he was dragged from his cell and dropped on his knees in front of a warrior gripping a thick wooden club, he pleaded for his life in his mother tounge: “Ydw i wedi dianc rhag cymaint o beryglon dim ond i gael fy nharo ar fy mhen fel ci?” which is Welsh for “have I escaped so many dangers, just to be hit on the head like a dog?”. The warrior looked back at him quizzically, then a tribal elder pushed forward and gave an instruction to spare these men their lives… in Welsh!

They remained as guests of the tribe and observed them in their day to day to life. They documented the use of Welsh in conversation and the use of coracles on lakes and rivers for fishing. Once they were fit enough to travel, their new native hosts freely allowed them to leave and rediscover the British colonies they had been in search of.

They finally made it.

On returning to his home in New York, Jones told his pastor of his discovery and shared his journals about the encounter. Jones was from the South Wales coast, more than likely the Vale of Glamorgan and was not familiasr with the legend of Madoc. The presbyterian minister however, a man by the name of John Williams who was from North Wales knew all about it. And was fascinated by how it pulled together the loose ends from the old legend.

He took Jones’s account and wrote it up in a book entitled “An enquiry into the truth of the tradition concerning the Discovery of America, By Prince Madog ab Owen Gwynedd, about the year, 1170” . It was published in 1791 and it told the world of the link between the old legend and tied it together with Jones’ experiences and story.

It was met with great excitement. In fact, finding this tribe became an obsession for many early settlers in the sates. The country’s third President Thomas Jefferson among them.

Before we all get really excited about this however, it is worth pointing out that as much as Williams and Jones were real people and they both swore that these accounts were true, there were huge political issues being raised by this story. If Jones’ account was true and they proved that in 1170 Prince Madoc had discovered America, 300 years before Columbus, it challenged the legitimacy of Spain’s claim to the sovereignty of her colonies. It meant that America had been discovered by a Welshman and by modern association, a servant of the English crown. Therefore, the colony should belong to England not Spain. Even though in 1170, Gwynedd was not subject to English rule.

These two superpowers of their day had been battling over their individual claims of supremacy in the Americas for over 100 years at this point. Every possible bit of leverage they could find to either discredit one another or bolster their own position was grasped with both hands. Quite possibly this story among them. Even though in reality, neither were the legitimate rulers of the Americas. The continent already had its own indigenous people who had a far better claim to sovereignty than any European power. Unfortunately, the one thing the English and the Spanish were agreed upon was the total rejection of any such claim.

If you enjoy reading historically based Welsh legends and folklore, why not give my latest book a go? It is packed with stories like this all originating from the South Wales counties of the Vale of Glamorgan and Bridgend. Its called “Legends and Folklore of Bridgend and the Vale” and you can buy it on my website at https://bridgendvale.co.uk.

Also available from Amazon.

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My feet have not touched the ground

My new book “Legends and Folklore of Bridgend and the Vale” has now been out for one whole week.

As a new author I got to taste some of the more trying issues around the launch of a new book. The first print run had already been done when a spelling mistake was spotted on the back cover so the whole lot had to be re-done. That pushed launch back nearly two weeks. By the time the books finally arrived last Friday, I had already started receiving polite but concerned emails from people who had placed pre-orders as a result of the newspaper articles in the Barry and District News and The Penarth Times enquiring what the delay was, and when they could expect their delivery.

I dearly would have loved to have written a blog back then; about the emotional roll-a-coaster of finally seeing my books after the disappointment of the delay; the excitement of stuffing them into envelopes; the frustration at having to drive for miles to find a post office to send them from, as all the ones near me no longer open on Saturdays as apparently Coronavirus is more virulent on Saturdays than other days of the week.

The reason I didn’t get to write that blog is because my feet have not touched the ground since. The book is selling at a rate commensurate with how my dog gobbled up a rasher of bacon my stepson dropped on the kitchen floor this morning. It was gone in a flash, probably micro-seconds after sliding off the plate, let alone before anyone could retrieve it from him.

260 books have gone out in a week.

As I am juggling order fulfilment with a full-time job, that would normally have been really challenging. In the strangest of ways however, I have been saved by the Vale of Glamorgan being put into local lockdown. A total nuisance for everyone, but for me, a shrouded blessing. If I had been commuting to Bristol everyday as I would be under normal circumstances, I don’t think I could have coped.

What is really humbling however, is that the people who received the first copies have now read them and are starting to post reviews about it. I could not be more proud of the comments I have seen.

If you have not yet bought yourself a copy (or got it as a present for someone you love for Christmas) I would be more than pleased to be rushed off my feet a bit more in future weeks too.

Just visit the book’s website at https://bridgendvale.co.uk for all the information you need. It is also available from Amazon (although they charge £12.99 + P&P and I only charge £10 + P&P).

Legends and Folklore of Bridgend and the Vale is out now and getting rave reviews
Legends and Folklore of Bridgend and the Vale is out now and getting rave reviews.
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Bro Radio interview about “Legends” book

I’ve had quite a bit of publicity this week around the launch of my new book “Legends and Folklore of Bridgend and the Vale”. All of it local to the Vale of Glamorgan.

This radio interview was aired on Wednesday 30th September 2020 on Bro Radio’s “The Vale this week”. It was a lot of fun and hopefully will give you a better idea what the book is all about.

Plenty of fun facts about dragons, goblins and demon dogs from the Vale of Glamorgan’s ancient and colourful folklore.

If you want buy a copy (and why wouldn’t you?) you can do so at https://bridgendvale.co.uk

Dan Mofatt of Bro Radio interviews Graham Loveluck-Edwards about his new book “Legends and Folklore of Bridgend and the Vale”.
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Hanging upon your every word

As some of you may know, I am currently working on my third book called “Why Santa might kill you”. It’s about all the things we accept in modern day life as innocent enough but which in reality have pretty dark origins. You only have to scratch the surface of innocuous characters like Santa Clause or some of our best loved fairy tales and nursery rhymes to discover that under the modern day veneer are some pretty hair raising earlier incarnations.

One of the chapters deals with all those expressions we use in common, every day language which are derived from unsavoury episodes in our history. To give you a taster I thought I would share with you some colloquialisms we still use that have their origins in the practise of public hangings. Gallows humour is one thing. This is gallows linguistics.

This particular segment follows a contemporary account of what happened at a public hanging in London in 1726 by a visiting French cleric called De Saussure.

It was a tradition, especially in York and London that the wagon (carrying the condemned man, the executioner and his entourage) would stop at every pub between the jail and the gallows and this has given us a host of language, mainly associated with excess consumption of alcohol. 

Whenever the wagon pulled up outside another pub, the condemned man and all the guards would dismount, go in the pub, have a few drinks and then stumble back out to move on to the next one. The only people who could not join them in this binge drinking extravaganza were the two men who had to stay sober as they still had a job to do. Namely; the executioner and the chaplain. So, if ever you offer to buy someone a drink and they reply “not for me thanks. I’m on the wagon” they are referencing exactly that phenomenon. Staying “on the wagon” meant that you were unable to join in the drinking on the way to the gallows. Because you were the executioner or chaplain. 

There are other references to these two abstaining souls elsewhere in commonly used expressions. Because the wagon transporting the condemned man used to start and stop so often on its journey, it earned itself the nickname “the lurch”. Describing the lunging motion experienced by all on board when the horses initially pull the wheels into motion, and again when the breaks were applied. So, when the executioner and chaplain stayed on the cart, while everyone else went into a pub, they were “left in the lurch”, an expression often used even today to describe someone who has been abandoned or excluded.

There are other expressions associated with excess alcohol consumption derived from this wagon ride. When recovered alcoholics revert back to drink they are sometimes refered to as having “fallen off the wagon” and there are even suggestions that the term “pub crawl” refers to the pace of the cart moving along the west-ward road out of London to Tyeburne. Conversely, having “one for the road” is also a direct reference to having a drink in a pub before being carted down the road to the gallows.

Du Saussure also refers to the fact that friends and relatives would grab hold of the condemned man’s legs and hang from them with all their weight to make the rope pull tighter and help them to die quicker. So, they did not suffer so much. Sometimes however, the condemned man might not have friends and family in the place where he is due to be executed. If that was the case but he had access to money, he could pay a guard at the prison to do that job instead. So, if you’ve ever wondered why a celebrity surrounded by freeloaders might describe his entourage as “hangers-on” – that’s where the expression comes from. Its people who were not your true friends, who you could pay to hang from your legs to help you die quicker in an execution.

You might get unlucky trying to find a “hanger on” and choose an unscrupulous guard who would take your money and agree he will hang on to your legs, but in reality, all he will do is go through the motions. That means that rather than hang on to you, he will just “pull your leg”. And that is where we get the expression of “he’s just pulling your leg” meaning “he’s just messing around – he’s not being serious”.

Du Saussure also mentions that the condemned man would be wearing a black covering over his head. This was partly to spare the crowds the sight of his contorted face when his eyes started to pop out of their sockets and partly to save the condemned man himself seeing what was coming. It meant that when the cart pulled the floor away from under their feet, that they were taking “a leap into the dark”. Again, a common expression used for venturing into the unknown.

It is true that any property of the condemned man (such as his clothes) if not claimed by a relative, became the property of the hangman. It was one of many ways the executioner got to cash in on his grizzly profession. Another was to take advantage of the regulation that dictated that a hang man’s rope could only be used once, to guarantee it had the integrity not to break during the execution. This meant that after an execution the hang man could retrieve the ropes he had used and sell them on the market. Given that he had not had to outlay any money, it meant that any money he made on the sale was pure profit. Leading to the expression “money for old rope” used to describe any scheme to make easy money or disproportionately high profit margins.

I am sure at some point or another you have heard a man who is well blessed in the trouser department, be referred to by an onlooker as “well-hung”? Apparently, the act of strangulation has the incongruous side effect of making the male organ engorged. Something that was very apparent to crowds who turned out to watch public hangings. It led to us getting this quaint compliment.

You may also have heard someone describe a project which failed or a plan that never came to anything described as having “gone west”. This refers to the route taken from the jails of London to Tyeburn, which was located on the other side of the city’s west gate.

Of course, executions did not always run as smoothly as the one De Saussure witnessed. There were times when they went spectacularly wrong. One of the most famous of all time was the execution of a man called Goodale. When he was hung, due to a freak set of circumstances that were not obvious at the time, when the rope tightened around his neck it jerked his head clean off his shoulders. Like a champagne cork popping from the bottle, sending showers of blood and gore spouting all over the gathered crowd. This turned so many stomachs that questions were asked in parliament and a full enquiry was launched by hangmen and other government officials concerned. The whole nation was transfixed with the story as it appeared in newspapers everywhere for a number of weeks. The incident was nicknamed “The Goodale Mess” – undoubtedly the origins of the expression “God awful mess” used to this day to describe any seen of destructive carnage.

So what do you think? It is intended to entertain as much as educate but this is pretty much the level of the whole book. Give me your thoughts:

Cover mock up of “Why Santa might kill you” by Graham Loveluck-Edwards
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First Edit – First Book

I recently found a publisher for my first book. It is a compendium of fascinating old, Welsh legends and stories of folklore. Everything from ancient wars and kings, to dragons, ghosts and ship wreckers. Here’s a link to the full synopsis if that is your kind of thing. My middle child (who self identifies as non binary) is a great artist and photographer so I got them to do all the illustrations and photos to bring it all to life. As we are both currently unemployed it seemed a handy alliance to forge.

I have found that publishers are a lot more likely to take a punt on an unknown writer if they have produced a work of non-fiction rather than a novel and this one is now in quite advanced stages of pre-publication. Over the weekend I had the post edit version of my manuscript land in my inbox and today I read it through. I was a bit apprehensive that they might have changed pretty much everything as I am still lacking confidence in my own abilities. I guess that’s what comes of waiting 52 years before even trying to write my first book. However I was worrying unnecessarily. Most of what has changed is just my appalling spelling. The content, feel and flow is exactly the same as my first draft which is reassuring. May be I’m not completely rubbish at this after all 🙂

It occurs to me that at this rate it will be ready for publication in a few weeks so I thought I would have a look at setting up a website so I can sell my own copies direct. Especially as I expect to publish another two books hot on the heals of this one. One already finished, the other half way through. If you click on the book cover below you can check it out. And constructive feedback from someone who knows what they are talking about is always welcome, although to manage expectations I am not about to pay anyone to do it for me because I am skint.

Legends and folklore of Bridgend and the Vale
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Welcome to my blog

Well folks, in the last 6 months I have written 2 books and I am working on another 4. The first one is a collection of Welsh legends and folklore and is being published by Candy Jar Books (thanks guys). It will be available for sale in September 2020.

The second is a novel in the historical fiction genre. It is based on the experiences of my mother, growing up in a family of Polish immigrants in German occupied France during the Second World War. I am currently on the hunt for a literary agent to find a publisher for that one. I will keep you posted on how I achieved that once I’ve done so.