gwallter

  • Yma ar y groesffordd yn y bryniau, ymddengys fod pob peth yn bosib.  Gallwch chi gymryd unrhyw ffordd o’ch dewis: nôl i Bontlliw, ymlaen i Felindre, i’r gorllewin i Bontarddulais, dros y mynydd i Garnswllt yn Sir Gâr, neu lawr…

  • In summer 1972 I made two happy discoveries within the Roman fortress that had occupied the centre of Exeter.  One of them was human.  That encounter changed my life for good.  The other was inanimate.  Its impact on me wasn’t…

  • Roedd yr haul yn dechrau disgyn wrth imi gychwyn, ar ôl swper, o hen dafarn Y Groes.  Cerddais ar hyd y lôn sy’n troelli ar draws gwastadeddau Dyffryn Conwy tuag at bentref Rowen.  Cymylau sirws uchel yn unig yn yr…

  • Walter was already an old-fashioned forename in 1952, when my parents donated it to me.  To be fair, they were anxious about the commonness of my surname, and eager to load me with as many other names as they could,…

  • When I consider how the government of our country – I mean the one with the satirical name ‘United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland’ –  has fallen under the control of a set of unscrupulous and heartless gangsters,…

  • Three of us set off on the south Gower road to watch the sun set in Rhossili.  It’s been another day of unbroken sunshine in this strange dry, cold April.  The gusty wind of the early morning has dropped to…

  • At last some warmth returned with the sun, and I took the rough path along the top of the cliff between Rotherslade and Limeslade.  The sea was calm, empty and quiet, except for one thing: the bell of a floating…

  • Yr wythnos ddiwethaf collais i ddant.  Ffordd anghywir, wrth gwrs, o ddisgrifio’r hyn ddigwyddodd  –  fel petaswn i wedi anghofio mynd ag e gyda fi wrth adael trên neu fws.  Mewn gwirioedd, tynnodd y deintydd y dant allan o’m genau…

  • Billie Holiday died aged 44 in a New York hospital at 3:10am on Friday 17 July 1959.  Some failed to notice. The New York Times published a short obit, but only on page 15.  But for those who cared about…

  • From my early childhood, an evening mug of hot chocolate has been a small but constant source of comfort.  I suspect it’s a common addiction.  Chocolate drinking is not a failing that many grown-up people own up to, and certainly…

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