15th April 2010
Cuckoo Waltz Ken Griffin
Compensation for a very cold night in the tent came in the way of a Cuckoo [172] calling as I lay in my sleeping bag and the first singing Redstart [173] of the year nearby, heard and then seen as I packed up everything in order to get an early start on the day .
A beautifully scenic ride to get to the Gwenffridd Dinas RSPB reserve wasn't marred by meeting a Blue nose pub owner. Brummies, they get everywhere. A lovely family from Bournemouth met here too.
https://www.rspb.org.uk/days-out/reserves/gwenffrwd-dinas
Around the reserve in the evening, ostensibly to find Robin Hood's cave; well,
the Welsh Robin Hood who, unlike the English one, actually did exist.
Twn Shon Cati - The Welsh Robin Hood
One Twm Shon Cati lived in the cave found on the steeply sloping hill that dominates the reserve. I take my hat off to him if he lived in this cave. It was very cramped and damp with a small entrance. A real privilege to have met a smashing bloke here with his son, Paul Blades from Lincoln whose obsession was stone circles, standing stones and the like.
Such a wonderful, loving family, all
together when I met the girls and Paul’s wife in the car park later. Paul
enthused over an Ordnance Survey map of the area, upon which he had drawn
coloured circles denoting sites of interest to him and me. What a great way to
spend one’s life when travelling.
Tickle My Feathers
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