A quiet and unassuming little village, a little north of Ffrith, a little south of Treuddyn. It’s rather difficult to know how old Llanfynydd actually is, although the name itself would suggest some antiquity, as well as the reason for its siting, though clearly undeveloped. And perhaps that lack of development has something to do with the presence of Offa’s Dyke which remains as the spine of the village, the main road running along its length for a time as it winds its way north.
Much else in Llanfynydd is 19th century in origin, at least above the surface, including St Michael’s Church. Hubbard is dismissive of the building, especially of its, ‘puny west bellcote’, but it has character, as does the village. Rhos Uchaf Hall is marvellous, a bit of a wonder actually, and should you have visited in the 1930s you might well have noticed low flying aircraft coming in to land at the long gone aerodrome, an airfield with a curious connection to the rather better known Heathrow.
A village of little wonders.