Cardiff - what sort of city is this? Where does it come from? How does it progress?
The first volume of Real Cardiff appeared from Seren Books in 2002 and went into at least two reprints. Real Cardiff Two - The Greater City followed in 2004 and Real Cardiff Three - The Changing City appeared in 2009. The author Peter Finch is currently working on a fourth volume.
I’m in the lozenge-shaped city again. Water south, hills north. A city of rhomboid sprawl. Where else would I be? I’m standing on the B4487 in bright early-morning sunlight. Traffic low. Birds in inner-city twitter. This was the Via Julia Maritima once, the paved Roman route west. A thousand years on it was the stage coach route toLondon . Full of ruts and mud. Then it was the
hard-topped A48, when A roads meant something. Newport Road when I was a kid. Still is. The displaced and dispirited walk down it
now. Heading east, for City Road, for
Clifton Street, for Broadway. East for
Broadway. It’s sounds like a musical but it’s never that.
The first volume of Real Cardiff appeared from Seren Books in 2002 and went into at least two reprints. Real Cardiff Two - The Greater City followed in 2004 and Real Cardiff Three - The Changing City appeared in 2009. The author Peter Finch is currently working on a fourth volume.
I’m in the lozenge-shaped city again. Water south, hills north. A city of rhomboid sprawl. Where else would I be? I’m standing on the B4487 in bright early-morning sunlight. Traffic low. Birds in inner-city twitter. This was the Via Julia Maritima once, the paved Roman route west. A thousand years on it was the stage coach route to
Right across the city apartments have risen like corn. There are blocks towering whichever way you
look. The classy, the serviceable and
the cramped rattled together in a florid rush of windows stacked like the
sixties revisited. Arriving now are
block upon block of new student rentals gusted into place to provide accommodation
for attendees at Cardiff’s constantly expanding universities. There are four
now. They fill the city with learning. Their support apartments infest the south of
the city like teeth. New blocks have
appeared on the site of the old art college, surrounding the Adamsdown fire
station, facing down the Castle, and circling the back of Queen Street in
spaces formerly occupied by banks, accountants and solicitors. Their occupants
fill the clubs and bars and make the city bounce.
Altolusso, Bute Terrace, Cardiff - 23 floors. Photo: P Finch |
When the Second World War came bombs hit the docks and there was a
dangerous scattering across the suburbs but nothing like the devastation that
visited Bristol or Swansea
or London .
Those flattened places were first in line for rebuild. They got the Brutalism
and the concrete early. Cardiff ,
with its drab and dismal streets, slumbered on. Plans for reconstruction, when
they came, embraced the spirit of the age. There would be city centre high rise
linked by urban motorway. Roads would dominate, flying in on elevated concrete
platforms. The city would resemble Metropolis. You wouldn’t live here, you’d
come here. The centre would stretch
north as far as Maindy. Cars stacked in giant parks. Pedestrian walkways woven
among them like raffia. This was Buchanan’s plan of 1964. Cardiff couldn’t afford it. Only the outer
distributor roads were built along with some of the centre car parks.
Buchanan’s successor was Ravenseft’s Centreplan of 1970. More centre high-rise
linked by first floor pedestrian decks. Conference centres, offices, malls,
concert halls, shops. Everything in the
old centre lattened to make way. The 1973 property crash saw that one off.
What Cardiff
actually ended up with was piecemeal redevelopment. Smaller scale. One block at
a time. St David’s Hall. The pedestrianisation of Queen Street . The opening of the St
David’s Shopping Centre. The bus station redesigned and made more welcoming.
The entrance-way to the city from Cardiff Central Rail Station cleared. Trees
planted. A new library on Bridge
Street . On the site of the old open market and the
bend in the Glamorgan canal the arrival of the prestigious Holiday Inn. The
building by Brent Walker of the city’s own World Trade Centre at the back of
Mary Ann Street (now known as the Motorpoint Area, ticketed by Ticketmaster,
home to trade shows, wrestling and concerts by Bob Dylan, Michael McIntyre,
Harry Enfield, Duran Duran and the Vaccines).
By the time the new Cardiff unitary authority
was created in 1996, with Russell Goodway in charge, the boom was well
underway. Cardiff ,
the newest European Capital. Cardiff ,
the world’s youngest city. Cardiff
reborn, rebuilt, rebranded. Come for the glass and the grass. City of malls and parks. Cardiff with a Bay. City of opportunity and
joy. A smogless place of life and light. And come they did. The European Summit in 1997. The Bay’s
Mermaid Quay in 1998. The Rugby World Cup at the new Millennium Stadium in
1999. The National Assembly the same year. Fireworks everywhere. The MacDonald
Holland Hotel created in the former Hodge
Building , Cardiff ’s first high-rise, in 2004. The Parc Plaza
in 2005. The Altolusso apartments on Bute Terrace, centrepiece of Torchwood’s opening credits, in
2005. This was boosterism. Sell the
city, turn the place from manufacture to call centre, from exporter to
destination. From heavy industrial to financial screen spinner. Come here to
make your decisions. Cardiff
media city. Cardiff
centre for international sports. For opera and the arts. Visit to get pissed.
More vertical drinkeries per acre than anywhere else in the western UK .
City centre living began to return in 2003 when Fanum House, the former AA
headquarters on the corner of Queen Street and Station Terrace was renamed The
Aspect and its floors sold as apartments with a view (the railtracks and the
prison actually). Immediate access to all the shopping you could ever need.
Greggs opened a sandwich shop below.
The centre flourishes. Come here on a match-day to see it at its peak.
Street theatre, music, men on tightropes playing violins, Roma bands with clarinet
and double bass, student duos with bright guitars, the Red Choir – some of them
sitting now – still ushering in freedom outside the covered market, Chinese
selling me my name bent in wire, Ninjah in bling and Sgt Pepper Jacket beating
rhythm on the street furniture. The Big Issue seller with his dog in costume.
The Coptic Christians. The Gaza
protestors. The shaved heads of the Hari Krishnas weaving through the crowd.
More vibrant life on Queen Street
than at any previous time in its history.
St David’s 2 – the comprehensive redevelopment of those parts of the
centre unscathed by previous interventions - hit the concrete mixers in 2004.
Not only were the broken wrecks beyond Hills Street and all final centre traces
of Victorian Cardiff to be wiped but much of Cardiff ’s seventies restructuring along Bridge Street and
the Hayes would go too. Twenty-five years was as long as Iceland and the
new library lasted. St David’s, because he is our patron saint and a Welsh
symbol the world will recognise. St David’s, to be filled with “garden
architecture and animated facades, storytelling public art and a ‘portrait
gallery of Welsh achievement within the Mall’ in an imitation of the City Hall
statuary”. Cardiff , city of new
height. Capital of Wales .
Darling of the valleys. Principal shopping magnet for all of western Britain .
Hoarding, Central Cardiff. Photo: P Finch |
Back on Newport Road, and despite the demolition of that star of the
Cardiff accommodation firmament, The Blue Dragon Hotel, it is mostly as if the fifties are still with
us. Victorian three-storey housing constantly in need of a repaint. Bed and
breakfast vacancies. Hopeful signs saying that Construction Workers are
Welcome. En-suite at no extra charge. Chip shop at the end of Broadway selling Clarks pies. Someone removing their front wall so that
they can park their car in their front garden. Two men erecting a wooden cover
for their multiplying wheelie bins. Couple of kids on skateboards. Woman smoking.
Man on a bike, no helmet. Cardiff as it was, still
is.