|Postcards From The Mynnydd
- we contemplated
Garreg Lwyd beautiful day, saw stones that looked like teeth or a stone
Met two couples and sheep, we spoke to one person on the top of the hill.
In the evening went out and catched sunset on Pen Rhiw ddu.
Bounced up and down, orienting according to directions of the sky. Watching
the landscape with tilted heads, sitting with heads connected.
met up back on Pen Rhiw-ddu , saw black cattle. Exploring wind in the
mouth. Jessica stayed lying in the spikey grass while Eleanora went exploring
and dancing round the stones. And then Jessica appeared as an angel at
We often went out a second time to the mountain each day.
Foel deg arbedd Jessica felt like an ancient female spirit at home amongst
the large rocks. It was windy and rainy and we had two ends of the rainbow.
Eleanora was sorting rocks and thoughts at the Cairn. Jessica discovered
the bright orange grass amongst the deep black peat and danced happily
Tair Carn Isaf feeling fierce windy rain, umbrella
broke. Jessica sitting with mood shaken in shake hole whilst Eleanora
happily danced like a pixy round the edge sometimes romantically silhouetted
by the oncoming dramatic sun.
We attempted to climb the mountain but onpouring rain forced us to flee.
The sheep where looking alienated. They kept running away. The grass looked
dark and hostile.
back to Tair Carn isaf completed the walk to the top. It was sunny then
cloudy then rainy, but not much. We had a confessional frank talk on the
top. We focused on the low lying stones. Putting the rocks on our backs
and feet. Jessica rolled on the small rocks and didn't land in any rabbit
droppings or sheeps shit.
View was striking, shade of clouds changing landscape. We saw a massive
black cloud coming towards us but it changed direction upon seeing us,
He Ho the happy Yogi!
Running down was very nice.
Foel deg arbedd we knew it was going to rain so we wore weather proof
clothing and returned to xxxxx. Straight to the cairn and it was very
foggy, mysterious looking. Someone was cooking mist in the valley. The
mountains gently unveiled themselves. And then disappeared again.
Eleanora had a happy ritual dance. Jessica enjoyed contemplating and then
performed a rain dance. We felt like a small part of a lost tribe. Eleanora
thought that we looked and behaved like telly tubbies. Then we performed
a playful sacrifice where we took turns in lying on a flat stone. We fell
backwards against the wind and danced a tango towards Jessica's wet bag
which sat in the distance. By then it was pouring with rain and Eleanora
was soaking, the water dancing in Eleanora's shoes.
It continued on Thursday and Friday and
then the log book got lost