It was a little after noon when I sauntered into Llanwnda, following the indications of my divining rods.
Very soon the road peeled away and across the grass (where once upon a time, it is said, stood a huge stone circle), ahead of me was the glorious sight and ever more powerful scent of a magnificently blooming may tree. On an ash tree by the hawthorn, hung a slate tile, upon it was painted a cross and the legend, ‘Llanwnda Holy Well’. A really nice simple sign.
Parc-y-Meirw (Field of the dead), Llanllawer, Pembrokeshire, Wales.
Stone Row Not on the Ffraed
Grid reference: SM998359 Ordnance Survey
The name actually refers to the field, not the stones. Parc-y-Meirw (Field of the dead), is so called because generations-old local folklore says this field is where the fallen from a battle (Mynydd Carn – 1081¹) between the Welsh princes were laid to rest. Two megaliths, once part of a straight row of giant bluestones, now act as the gateposts to this field.
I first visited on 30th April 2016 and was at once taken by its aura of beauty yet sadness, as well as a strange tension pervading its structure and footprint. I hadn’t clocked it at the time but this was the Eve of (the calendar version, Church then) Beltane.
Over the following three months (and a bit), I was drawn to the lonely little well that’s tears now ceased to puddle in its dry chamber; they had been almost all there was for wetting and to throw a few coins into; that and hard rains that regularly flushed through except for when they didn’t. (1)
Now, it’s none of my business what your beliefs are, but I’m going to lay this out up front because it is integral to what I am going to impart here: I am psychic, and I have had encounters and communications with Otherworlds and denizens of said, throughout my life.