The Linton Brothers

The Linton Brothers from the Cynon Valley took the cycling world by storm. They beat the best from across the globe and became some of the world’s first sport stars. This is their story. [...]

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Outdoors Indoors: Episode Two of Cynon at Home

Outdoors Indoors celebrates Wales a “country opulent in dramatic backgrounds, glorious seascapes and beautiful countryside that demonstrates an extensive diversity covering forests, [...]

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Bringing the Museum into Your Home with Cynon Valley at Home

Cynon Valley Museum is bringing history and art to your home! Join us over the next 8 weeks as we talk about local history, art and much more! Each week we will be joined by a guest speaker. They [...]

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Museum Manager

We’re recruiting! Would you like to lead the Cynon Valley Museum through the next stage of its development? As Museum Manager you will head up our dedicated team, working alongside the [...]

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Crow

Crow a poem by Rachel Carney in response to ‘Mother and Child Flight’ by Karin Mear I follow my crow up the road hopping aside to let the people pass wait! wait for me! she flits away   turns [...]

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A Metamorphosis

A Metamorphosis a poem by Rachel Carney in response to photographs of the Phurnacite Plant at Abercwmboi, taken by Hans Hoyer Ignore the dirt and clamour, try not to cough, just wait for the [...]

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Railways of the Cynon Valley

This blog will take you on a whistle-stop tour of the valley’s railways via photographs from the Cynon Valley Museum collection. This includes some railway ‘outposts’, an example of railways and [...]

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The Shadows

The Shadows a poem by Rachel Carney in response to ‘Lockdown’ by Karin Mear They measure out the flat span of each red day that passes or shape themselves – shadows of shadows inside shadows. [...]

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Yellow

Yellow a poem by Rachel Carney in response to ‘When the Singing Stopped’ by Karin Mear a cage of feathers, light as breath, a flare amid the groan and roar, a song flung from the womb [...]

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Stare

Stare a poem by Rachel Carney in response to ‘Kings of the Hill’ by Roy Carr Hooves sunk in the snow, they ruminate in their world of white hills, barbed wire and far horizons. They munch on [...]