Archive for 2022

Heirloom

June 24, 2022 2 Comments
Heirloom

It’s made out of a single piece of oak and sits upright on the window sill, though its planed rear and central hole suggest it was originally intended to hang on a wall.  The head of an adult man or a woman.  The face framed by stylised hair locks, long, straight and deeply incised, and […]

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Tlodi, nawr a ddoe

June 17, 2022 0 Comments
Tlodi, nawr a ddoe

Beth yw tlodi?  Am flynyddoedd bellach fe’i diffinnir yn y wlad hon fel ‘tlodi cymharol’.  Hynny yw, dych chi’n dlawd os ydych chi’n derbyn incwm sy’n 60% yn is nag incwm cyfartal pobl eich cymuned.  Dyw hi ddim yn syndod clywed fod tlodi o’r math hwn yn cynyddu ers blynyddoedd, wrth i anghyfartaledd godi, a […]

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Conscience wakes?

June 10, 2022 2 Comments
Conscience wakes?

Of the many analogies used to make sense of Boris Johnson’s inglorious reign, the circus is probably the commonest.  No ordinary circus, of course, but one where witless acrobats fall headlong from their tightropes, lions run amok and maul defenceless children, the ringmaster sulks in his tent, surrounded by cans of lager and lines of […]

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Mr Bebb’s dislike of the motor car

June 3, 2022 3 Comments
Mr Bebb’s dislike of the motor car

Not many people these days have heard of Ambrose Bebb.  Maybe some Welsh speakers, especially following Robin Chapman’s 1997 biography, but very few others.  His son Dewi Bebb, the rugby player, and his grandson Guto Bebb, the former MP, are probably much better known.  In the interwar period, though, Ambrose Bebb was known for his […]

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Lost

May 28, 2022 5 Comments
Lost

Evening runs aren’t really my thing these days.  Almost always I go out early in the morning.  But today’s different.  For one thing, this is my first run for several weeks, since aggravating an old Achilles tendon injury.  So my route, as well as my timing, is unorthodox: short and slow; no cliffs, no hills. […]

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Trais yn y pentra

May 20, 2022 0 Comments
Trais yn y pentra

Yn gynnar yn Afal drwg Adda, hunangofiant Caradog Prichard, daw brawddeg sy’n codi ael y darllenydd: Hyd yma [canfod ei fam yn mynd yn ffwndrus] yr oeddwn yn eofn a hunan hyderus, yn ymladdwr ffyrnig ac wedi ennill enw fel tipyn o fwli yn yr ysgol ac ymhlith hogiau’r ardal. Yn ôl pob sôn, cymeriad […]

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Wye Valley Walk, day 13: Llangurig to Rhyd-y-Benwch

May 13, 2022 3 Comments
Wye Valley Walk, day 13: Llangurig to Rhyd-y-Benwch

We’re back to four of us today.  We’ve arranged to meet Ch on the Wye bridge: he’s been staying in Clochfaen, a large house completed in 1915 by the Verney family, who invested large amounts of money into the economy and buildings of Llangurig in the late nineteenth century.  Earlier the village even had a […]

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Wye Valley Walk, day 12: Rhayader to Llangurig

May 13, 2022 0 Comments
Wye Valley Walk, day 12: Rhayader to Llangurig

We gather at the town clock.  It looks at first sight as if it’s one of the family of Victorian town clocks at the centre of many mid-Wales towns, but the Rhayader example dates from 1924 and acts as a memorial to the dead of the First World War.  On each face are stone relief […]

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Wye Valley Walk, day 11: Newbridge-on-Wye to Rhayader

May 13, 2022 0 Comments
Wye Valley Walk, day 11: Newbridge-on-Wye to Rhayader

Sun and warmth have returned.  We’re taxi’d back from Rhayader to Newbridge for a rather longer walk than yesterday’s.  We wait on the bridge, and immediately spot our first kite of the day.  As well as A we’re joined by a second guest, J.  The four of us start on a minor road below the […]

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Wye Valley Walk, day 10: Builth Wells to Newbridge-on-Wye

May 12, 2022 0 Comments
Wye Valley Walk, day 10: Builth Wells to Newbridge-on-Wye

We’ve been given a short stretch today after yesterday’s labours.  The owner of the guest house waves us off.  We’re too late to see the otters, he says, but we might consider a dip in Plum Tree Pool, a few miles upriver.  Luckily I’ve left my swimming trunks behind. The sky has heavier clouds than […]

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