Landmark Buildings and Local Attractions
Danybryn Cheshire Home was once a private house owned by Sir Lewis Lougher MP, then had two wings added to accommodate the residents, who are physically disabled young people. The Thatch is the only thatched cottage in Radyr and was built for the Mathias Family in 1936. The Church of St John the Baptist is over 750 years old.
The Taff Trail cycle path, which runs for 55 miles (89 km) between Cardiff Bay and Brecon, passes through Radyr via Radyr Weir. Other structures of importance include The Old Church Rooms and Radyr War Memorial. In nearby districts are St Fagans National History Museum (formerly the Museum of Welsh Life) and Castell Coch.
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