Today is the feast day of St. David’s Mother, Saint Non.
Yesterday I went for a circular walk close to, and in, the little harbour village of Goodwick, where a ferry docks, and plies to and from Ireland. Some stretches of the walk are directly on Ffraed’s central flow, but wherever one goes in this vicinity Her centre is very close.
A fascinating and very enlightening interview, with surprising (perhaps) connections to the Song of Ffraed:
Robin Heath, stone stalker and archaeoastronomer, has spent very many years rediscovering and demonstrating the knowledge and genius of people who have walked these Isles before us. In his information-packed, and excellent book, Bluestone Magic, Heath reveals much of what he has discovered while tramping the commonly wet and blustery hills of West Wales, and how their perfectly-sited and oriented constructions have never stopped straight-talking with each other and with the, sun, the moon and the stars. ¹