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LAKE VYENAVY, NORTH WALES. 



'' AVhere can I get some really good trout fishing, com- 

 bined with comfortable quarters and fine scenery, within 

 a few hours' ride fiom London!"'" This is a question which 

 you my friends, are no doubt constantly asked, especially 

 at this period of the year. Symptoms of trout fever are 

 beginning to make men restless, and incline them to seek 

 fresh fields and pastures new for the coming season. To all 

 such I say, Go to Lake Vyrnwy, where every one of the above 

 enumerated conditions will be found to exist, and where — ^no 

 matter wind or weather — real good sport, and plenty of it, 

 can be absolutely relied upon. Lojidon anglers do not appear 

 to have realised what a veritable fisherman's El Dorado there 

 lies waiting them, within a reasonable railway journey 

 from Euston Square. 



But before going on to describe the sport, let me first say 

 a word or two about the journey, and what the angler will 

 find when he gets there. 



To begin with, this magnificent sheet of water occupies a 

 valley five miles long on the southern side of the Ber^vyn 

 range of mountains, and ten miles south of Bala. This in- 

 formation will enable my readers to fix the locality. There 

 are several ways of getting to the lake from London, but 

 the best is from Euston to Llanfyllin, 205|- miles ; but 

 passengers should be careful not to miss changing on to the 

 Cambrian branch at Llanymynech Junction. 



As it is a hopeless task for a southerner to attempt the 

 pronunciation of these TVelsh names, the safer way is to write 

 them down in a pocket-book. An ofiicial at the aforesaid 

 junction is a choleric man, and when I asked if I changed 

 there for Llanfyllin, he slammed the carriage door and 

 shouted " No ! " As the train was on the point of starting, 

 a fellow-passenger came to my rescue, and I jumped out in 



