"Through the door of the birds where the breeze breaks..."
Following in the footsteps of Will Stanton and Bran Davies, high up above the Dysynni valley on Craig yr Aderyn (Birds' Rock), looking towards Cader Idris and the mountain fastnesses of Y Brenin Llwyd. A place that I have known since I was at primary school, but have never been to before except in my imagination.
"The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond.... All the broad sky was grey, full of more snow that refused to fall. There was no colour anywhere."
"On the day of the dead, when the year too dies,
Must the youngest open the oldest hills
Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks.
There fire shall fly from the raven boy,
And the silver eyes that see the wind.
And the light shall have the harp of gold...."
Fans of the remarkable Susan Cooper classic, “The Dark is Rising” have a real treat in store: BBC radio drama is set to start in a month. Script was adapted by a True Fan of the novel and it promises to be excellent. Here’s link to 6-minute promo. When they sing the “The Dark is Rising” poem at the end I literally got scalp-prickles. It’s PERFECT. https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p0dgrz83?partner=uk.co.bbc&origin=share-mobile
When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back…