Pant Cudd

A few of you have asked if we're learning Welsh. There's no real need, since we haven't encountered a single Welsh-speaking person thus far. Everyone speaks English automatically, so we're very fortunate in that regard. All road signs are printed in Welsh first, with English underneath. Yesterday I saw a road sign that warned:

PANT CUDD

HIDDEN DIP

As you can see, it's not very easy to decipher meanings. Even searching through our knowledge of German doesn't help us figure it out. 

We have had weather mostly like this next photo since we arrived. It's our village from a footpath (we are down in the PANT CUDD in the foreground, between the bluebells and the maroon foliage of what appears to be a copper beech on the right).

There have also been some blue skies and very little rain so far. It means I've been able to savor working in my garden just as much as I like! I'm in heaven! Except that, one afternoon we kept getting wafts of manure across our yard - we hope it's a one-off thing and the odor doesn't 'hang about' all summer 🤞.

We walked up to Myllin's Well, supposedly the site of the first immersion baptisms in the 6th or 7th century, which is on the hill behind our house. It's quite a steep walk, but short and manageable, with opportunities to stop and admire the breathtaking views/catch your breath!

Here is the deeply indented path to the top of the hill - you can see how centuries of foot traffic have compressed and compacted the path to now exist below the ground level of the tree roots bordering it. It is much deeper than this in some places

We had some grand views of the countryside from the top of the hill.

All the white dots in the pics are sheep (Hmm, I wonder what the ratio of people to sheep is?). I think this must be where the idea of counting sheep to help one fall asleep must have come from.