St Illtud’s Walk, day 4: Penlle’r Castell to Pontardawe
No buses go anywhere near Penlle’r Castell, so C and I are lucky this morning to catch a lift by car. It’s a bright autumn day, with good visibility and little threat of rain. We’re back on the high moor in the middle of windmill land, and the path takes us through another turbine colony, […]
Wandering in Meirionnydd
In 1939, just before the outbreak of war, a woman called Hope Hewett published a book about her journeys alone on foot around Merioneth. She has a genial and charming authorial voice, recounting her travels in the company of Jack, her faithful terrier, as they criss-cross their way across the county. Today Hope and her […]
Amddiffyn y rhestr fwced
Rhyw wythnos yn ôl, ar y rhaglen radio A Point of View, clywais i’r llais digamsyniol – a’r acen ddiog, lusg – o’r nofelydd Will Self. Yn ei ddarn ymosododd yn chwyrn ar y bobl rheini sy’n cadw ‘rhestrau bwced’ o’u dyheadau i brofi pethau sylweddol, neu ymweld â lleoedd arwyddocaol, cyn eu bod yn […]
The wrong trousers
Buying things is something I’ve got out of the habit of doing. I make an exception for essentials like food, of course, and for books (though really books are just as essential for the mind as food is for the body). It’s partly because consuming more and getting more things seem morally and ecologically dubious. […]
St Illtud’s Walk, day 3: Pontarddulais to Penlle’r Castell
The excellent X13 bus runs all the way from Swansea to Llandeilo, but today C. and I take it just as far as Pontarddulais. We aim to climb Graig Fawr and explore the hills beyond, as far as Penlle’r Castell, and maybe beyond. The Met Office promises a cloudy but rainless day; it’s warm enough, […]
Laurence Sterne in the printer’s shop
Any reader of Tristram Shandy soon appreciates that its author had an unusually strong interest in the physical appearance of his books, and specifically in playing with the conventions of the printed word. The ‘star witnesses’ are the Black Page, inserted to mark the sad death of Parson Yorick, the Marbled Page (unique in each […]
Early archaeology in Wales: the ‘Precambrian’ era
The Cambrian Archaeological Association, established in 1847, was the first society devoted to the study of archaeology of Wales. This piece aims to tell the story of archaeology before that date. Archaeology, in the sense of the systematic study of the material remains of prehistoric and early historic times, can hardly be said to have […]
Ar hunangofiannau
Y dydd o’r blaen ces i lyfr ar fenthyg gan gyfaill, sef hunangofiant newydd yn Saesneg gan un o hoelion wyth y byd Cymreig cyhoeddus – cyfrol drwchus, gyda dros bedwar cant o dudalennau, a phrint mân. Mae’r llyfr yn dal i orwedd ar y ford yn y cyntedd; dwi heb ddarllen mwy nag un […]
The Cambrian Archaeological Association in the 19th century
The first society in Wales devoted to the study of archaeology, the Cambrian Archaeological Association, was founded in 1847, largely through the efforts of two Welsh clergymen, Rev. Harry Longueville Jones (1806-1870) and Rev. John Williams, ‘Ab Ithel’ (1811-1862). Longueville Jones, London-born and not a Welsh speaker, had led a varied life: he was educated […]
Getting angry about politics
I’m not sure what other people think, but on the whole I’d say I was a person of fairly equable temper. But recently I’ve begun to realise that I’ve started having angry conversations about contemporary politics, especially politics as practised in Britain. This goes beyond just venting exasperation, like growling at the television when BBC […]
