A number of years ago I decided to write about a couple of Isle of Man churches, cheekily annexing that self-governing island to England. I will probably add more when time permits. Nobody has complained. Yet. That is a relief. I remember one of the first pieces of feedback on my Guestbook all those years ago congratulated me on my coverage of a couple of Cornish churches and then asked me why I had described them as “English”. He turned out to be supporter of some sort of (peaceful, I believe) Cornish Nationalist group!
I have no justification for including Anglesey on my website other than I have just spent a few days there in 2022 and visited a few churches. And, to be honest, it’s my website and I will do what I darned well like with it! In the process of drawing up my usual military-style church crawl plans I realised that there is a dearth of information out there about Anglesey’s churches - of which there are surprisingly many. In fact, how many people from outside the Principality visit Anglesey at all other than to catch the ferry from Holyhead? I had a list of sixteen potential church visits which I knew was over-ambitious. In the event I found seven of those open, four locked and five I didn’t get to through lack of time.
The “Keyholder” app, an indispensable aid for finding out the access status of churches, showed a sea of grey blobs for Anglesey, indicating that none of the Keyholder community had been to them. Trawling websites for individual churches revealed a whole lot of access information that was completely out of date. Hence my frustrating visits to locked churches. And, by the way, they don’t seem to go in much for advertising the availability of keyholders on Anglesey.
It is not a large island: under twenty miles from north to south and similar east to west. So you can get about the island quite easily and the roads are surprisingly good. Better in fact, than those of any English county I have lived in or visited for years. Anglesey, however, specialises in tiny churches in out of the way places, so navigating to a church to find it locked is especially frustrating.
Anglesey has a history all of its own and it is not my intention to paraphrase here what is so easily discoverable on Wikipaedia!. Once controlled by the Druids, however, and out on a limb geographically it never became “Anglo-Saxon” or “Norman”. It was the Romans who ousted the Druids. It is largely bilingual and Celtic in culture. In fact, it is perhaps even more insular in its culture than the Isle of Man which was settled by Scandinavians to produce their own idiosyncratic Scando-Manx culture and its unique and almost lost Manx language. Like Man, however, Anglesey has, an atmosphere - a deeply rural atmosphere - and spirituality all of its own.
If you don’t really ever feel in your bones any indefinable sense of spirituality or timelessness then Anglesey’s churches are perhaps not for you. An atheist myself, I feel those vibes all the time, mainly in these little places, with their sense of simple faith in a better life to come, buried in obscure corners of the country.
I suspect that many Anglesey churches occupy long-sacred and once-Pagan sites. Christianity here arrived via the missionaries Cybi and Seiriol in the sixth century, rather later than the rest of Wales. Cybi was from Cornwall - or Dumnonia as it was then known - and Seiriol was Welsh. Not, of course, that Wales was a political entity at that time, any more than were England and Scotland. They established a foothold here some decades before St Augustine and his intrepid band were sent by Pope Gregory the Great to Kent in AD597. Anglesey’s early Christianity would have been Celtic in nature. The Synod of Whitby in AD664 established the supremacy of the Roman Christian tradition but the Celtic form was a long time dying - although doubtless the Roman method of calculating Easter became universal - and it is reasonable to suppose that its adoption in insular Anglesey was somewhat tardier in the English kingdoms.
Any Church Crawler contemplating a visit to Anglesey needs to manage his or her expectations. Large Gothic-style churches are rare. Beaumaris was the only such church I visited and the only one vaguely reminiscent of its mainland counterparts, although there are one or two others. Simple two-celled churches are the order of the day. Towers are very much a minority, aisles a rarity. This was not a land of rich benefactors who felt the need to invest in the swifter passage of their immortal souls through purgatory! It is not a land, for that matter, well endowed with quarry stone; and transport overland in the absence of navigable rivers will have been tortuous and ruinously expensive. As I have said elsewhere on this site, carriage of stone exceeded the cost of the stone itself at about ten miles distance; and that was in England. This was no land for extravagance and it is significant that the only large churches - and towns - are in seaports; although Beaumaris was doubtless assisted by proximity to Edward I’s mighty castle.
If you come here looking for the usual English mix of funerary monuments, elaborate bench ends and poppy heads, sculptures and gargoyles, rood screens and Norman arcades you are going to be disappointed (although Beaumaris has a fine set of misericords). Come with an open mind and an open heart and you might just be thrilled at being somewhere that is, in church visiting terms, different and off the beaten track.
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