Trawsallt approach from the north. Typical rough moorland terrain, on the approach towards the cairn of Trawsallt from the north. The forest roads of the Hafod estate can be used to reach this point: photo by Nigel Brown, 3 September 2005
There was Dai Puw. He was no good.
They put him in the fields to dock swedes,
And took the knife from him, when he came home
At late evening with a grin
Like the slash of a knife on his face.
There was Llew Puw, and he was no good.
Every evening after the ploughing
With the big tractor he would sit in his chair,
And stare into the tangled fire garden,
Opening his slow lips like a snail.
There was Huw Puw, too. What shall I say?
I have heard him whistling in the hedges
On and on, as though winter
Would never again leave those fields,
And all the trees were deformed.
And lastly there was the girl:
Beauty under some spell of the beast.
Her pale face was the lantern
By which they read in life's dark book
The shrill sentence: God is love.
R. S. Thomas (1913-2000): On the Farm, from The Bread of Truth (1963)
Across the Camddwr Valley near Maesglas farm, Ceredigion. The edge of the very extensive Tywi Forest is on the skyline towards Soar-y-Mynydd: photo by Roger Kidd, 14 September 2009
About as remote as it gets. A nameless (on the map at least) cottage under Banc Sychnant, presumably a hafod (summer dwelling) for one of the farms in the valley: photo by Chris Denny, 3 August 2006