She’d danced me through St. David’s cathedral and then the Bishop’s Palace, wound up by the Afon Alun, been curtsied and bowed to by waving willows and low stones, passed Arthur’s Head, Pen Arthur, and the sadly gone, once station of a beautifully inscribed lone stone; She waved at a windy bear and a girl perched upon a chimney saddle, Pen Author, and then, in the gloriously bright sunshine She led me, with gathering excitement, to and through the wilds of St. David’s Head.

When Y Ddraig Ffraed showed me through the dunes by Whitesands Bay , near St. David’s, on 28th May 2019, on Her way to slip back into St. Bride’s Bay, I had no idea there had been a chapel there – though I knew something significant had been, because she wriggled and spiralled all through the site. I discovered this later, when looking at an old map. Continue reading St. Patrick’s chapel →