Route
From the top of the Dolgarrog inclines, near Coedty (where it branched from the Eigiau Tramway), the line ran for some 4 miles largely parallel to, and to the north of Afon Ddu. To the north-west lie the slopes of Moel Eilio, and to the south-east is the ridge of Cefn Cyfarwydd. The line ran up to Llyn Cowlyd dam, where it ended in two sidings and a loop.
About a mile above Coedty the tramway passed over the workings of the former Ardda sulphur and lead mine. Little remains of the smithy and office today. A tramway, built in 1853, and the earliest in the area, ran for a little over half a mile before descending an incline to the walled mine yard beside Pont Dolgarrog and the former Royal Oak Inn, now called the "Lord Newborough" after the landowner. By 1864 this tramway had closed.
The line for most of its length runs to the south of the water pipeline. However, it finished at the northern end of the dam, which means that at some point it must have passed below it, and this is evident between Siglen and the dam, where the pipe has a 'hump' to afford the necessary clearance.
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