Tan-y-Garth

The rough ground of Wales lives in the mind for years

This poem is an elegy for a departed friend, still walking together with me in my mind and memory, through mist and sunlight, rain and wind, as we did many a day in the Mountains of Snowdonia, North Wales, or as the Welsh call them quite accurately, 'Eryri, the mountains of longing.' Michael and I lived and worked together, two whole seasonal rounds on …