Santes Dwynwen Hapus i Bawb!

One of my ambitions - to visit the lovely island of Llanddwyn off the Anglesey coast and stand amongst the ruins of St Dwynwen's Church. Perhaps the magic fish will be there in the well, but in which direction will s/he be swimming?

I love Welsh folklore - it's bonkers! There is such an earthiness about it, even humour. How does a woman make the object of her desire love her, for example? Well, she tempts him with toasted cheese and drapes her wringing wet petticoat across his chair, the one she's just rinsed in water from a 'special spring'.

There's been an 'arms race' as we have more and better possessions, of course. Now my lover won't be satisfied with anything less than a bottle of Glenfiddich and a large bar of Divine Dark