A couple of weeks ago I put on here a photograph of fields taken a year ago from Mynydd Marian or known to we English in the 1960’s as Telegraph Hill, Llysfaen in North Wales, looking towards the Conway Valley in the blue distance. It’s dull here today and I got thinking about walking up there so here is another photograph taken on my last visit. I love the light up there, it’s not spectacular, but a landscape you can live with. I wrote about it and read it at Kidsgrove Poetry Group a few days ago, it can be found in Gathering Grief. This extract is from the first verse. I am hoping to get up there again soon.
To the south Snowdonia’s foothills cyfriniaeth mountains
Form a backdrop to a quilt of fields lain over limestone