Tag Archives: North Wales
“Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it”
I was going to use the first bit of that quotation: “Finality is death. Perfection is finality.” but I thought it was a bit depressing. It comes from, ‘The Crock of Gold’, written in 1912 by Irish poet, novelist and … Continue reading
A shrine, a power station and three (female) astrophysicists
I’m doing a little trip, on my own. Archaeo-man’s off to Africa, archaeo-ing. Me – I’m making a pilgrimage. It begins well. A leisurely start – mug of tea, dipping a biscuit. Gazing out of the window at the birds … Continue reading
Secrets, dragons and mills
How do you feel about secrets? I’m ambivalent. I love the idea of secret gardens. Valleys unlocked by a spell. Mountains where dragons lie hidden. Places where magic happens. Where the sun beams down on gentle hills from a forget-me-not sky. … Continue reading
Posted in Llyn Peninsula, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Llyn Peninsula, magic, North Wales, red dragons, secrets, spells, Trefriw, woollen mills
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