Llanymynech - Features

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Llanymynech Ogof (Llanymynech Cave) is a former copper mine with origins perhaps in the Bronze Age. Two hill forts are associated with the workings. The mines were exploited by the Romans as they conquered Roman Britain: over the years, a great many Roman artifacts have been found in the mine including a hoard of thirty first and second century silver coins of Roman currency found in 1965 by some schoolboys, now conserved at the National Museum of Wales. The short lives of miners are commemorated in burials in and around the mine. The hill is now the site of Llanymynech Golf Club perched atop the cliffs, whose 18-hole course is unique in the UK for being in 2 different countries - England and Wales.

The village is home to one of only three remaining Hoffmann kilns in the British Isles, and the only one with a chimney. The kiln at Llanymynech was used for lime burning. The area around the kiln is designated as Llanymynech Heritage Area

The former limestone quarry which fed the kiln is now the Shropshire Wildlife Trust's Llanymynech Rocks Nature Reserve and its cliff-face is popular with rock climbers.

The Offa's Dyke Path passes through the village.

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