Present Day
| Ynysybwl Census | |
|---|---|
| Population: - Total (April 29, 2001) - 0-17 - 18-60 - 61+ |
4787 25.8% 40.6% 33.6% |
| Welsh language: - Any skills |
23.4% |
Despite this the village has survived, people finding work in the newly developing industries in nearby Pontypridd, Treforest, Aberdare, Caerphilly, Merthyr Tydfil and Cardiff.
This, coupled with the replacement of the pit as the village focus by local churches, Nonconformist chapels, clubs and associations, has led to a renewed interest in regeneration of the village. This has reached a peak so far in the formation of the Ynysybwl Regeneration Partnership, an umbrella group formed to help achieve funding and organisation for activities within the village.
Today, Ynysybwl is the base for a large number of clubs and associations for such a small village, boasting karate, rugby, football, netball, bowls, cricket, a pony club, male voice choir, a brass band (Lady Windsor Colliery Band) and sections of the Brownies.
The nearby Llanwynno forestry also boasts the successful Cwm Clydach Outdoor Activity Group, an outdoor pursuits centre run by people from the village, and a newly developing cycle path that will form part of the local Taff Trail.
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