Thursday, 28 August 2025

Retracing my steps


Twenty years ago my husband and I set out to walk the 220 miles of the Severn Way, the path that traces the length of the longest river in Britain through Powys, Shropshire, Worcestershire and Gloucestershire. As we were both working full time in those days, we had to do it in short bursts; in the end it took us two and a half years to complete. But yesterday evening I travelled it again - in under an hour, at Griffin Books in Penarth, in the company of Sarah Sian Chave, the author of Hafren, the Wisdom of the River Severn. Her fascinating talk brought back so many memories - but also introduced me to so much that I hadn't known about the river, despite living by it throughout my childhood and walking every inch of the Way.

It's hard to categorize the book (which I then stayed up reading well into the night). It's a travel book, a nature book, a history book; it looks at the mythology associated with the river and its surroundings, speaks of the poetry inspired by it, points to the sustainability lessons we so urgently need to learn from it. It's beautifully illustrated by the author's sister, Rachel Collis - and it so makes me want to walk that path again.


For rather different reasons Sarah's travels along the Severn also had to be undertaken in a bits and pieces fashion, and she relied on family support to complete them. But in her Reflection at the end of the book she writes about learning from the river - learning that we are all interdependent. And that it's only by realising and acknowledging this that we can ensure survival - our own and that of our planet.


Monday, 25 August 2025

Festival fever

The best laid plans.... Having plotted out a writing schedule for August, I managed to come back from the Eisteddfod with yet another bout of Covid, which threw everything into disarray. I'm slowly getting back on track again but deadlines are looming and progress needs to be made.

But our few days at the Eisteddfod were well worth it. I spent far too much time - and money - in the book tents, listened to some of my favourite singers, heard the wonderful Mererid Hopwood reading from her new poetry collection "Mae" and was able to practice plenty of Welsh. We were staying in a delightful cottage, named Cut Moch (a very comfortable conversion of - as the name translates - a pig sty!) in a remote area of Powys. We managed a couple of other visits too, to Plas Newydd (of Ladies of Llangollen fame) and Cwm Pennant (of St. Melangell fame - her story had been one of my favourites when writing Once Upon A Time In Wales). So it was a good break overall.

Mererid Hopwood with musical accompaniment

Already though the mornings have a definite chill to them and the evenings are beginning to draw in - and, after so long a dry period, many of the trees are turning and dropping their leaves weeks prematurely. "Mists and mellow fruitfulness" seem to be almost upon us. The diary is rapidly filling up with the usual autumnal commitments - various meetings, workshops, book fairs - and of course deadlines! But I'd like to squeeze just a bit more out of summer first ...