I am working on putting the journey into a text piece - it was going to be a brochure originally, but it doesn't make sense. My instructions from Bethan were in purely text form, and so the resulting piece should be text as well. I want the poster to be a3 black and white, so that it can be easily and cheaply reproduced. For next weeks exhibitions I want to print a bundle of them, and tie them with string for people to take with them.
From the Lion, walk up the hill until you see a sort of stone/concrete box sticking out into the road on your right. It has black railings on it. It's a baptising well and watercress grows in there. Eat some. Feel good spirits.
I am at the well. A cockerel crows to let me know I am here. The sound of a stream and a blackbird, and the sound of my foot tapping on the wall as I write. How deep is the well? If I fall in will I be able to get back out? A man walks past and asks if I have made a good wish. I hadn't thought of that. I should make one as I eat the watercress. I can't tell you what it is of course.
Walking back down the hill, there are forget-me-nots.
Go for tea and scones on the verandah at the Plas. My Taid used to fetch and carry for them when he was still in short trousers. Imagine it is 1926.
Were there golfers in 1926? I can hear the puuutt.
A labrador and some posh ladies arrive, remarking on my cream tea. The labrador soon sniffs it out and looks at me hopefully. I am drawing it before I can eat it, which is torturing him and building up the anticipation in me.
They order welsh rarebit, a pigeon gets up some cooing.
It's delicious. A damson fly comes to investigate. While I have been here the place has filled up.
Walk out of Harlech on the top road, past the pie shop and alterations place, past the plant nursery (buy some chamomile from the nursery if possible, it grows like nobody's business)
I leave my plants on the seat and gingerly make my way to the smooth rock. I don't think it will be too slippery, but it really is. I kick myself off and pick up speed unexpectedly and let out a ridiculous shriek. I wonder if the lady in the garden heard me. I think it must be quite dangerous, so only do it once.
Along the road near Coleg Harlech is St Davids Hotel. My Great Taid Ianto helped rebuild it after the fire in 1922 but now it is derelict again. Peep inside. Imagine being 12 years old, vegetarian. There is some wet lettuce and cold tomato to eat. It is like an old people's home in the dining room.
I don't like it here.
There's those forget-me-nots again. The cut on my leg is throbbing, where I slid down Slidey Rock and into the brambles. What's next? On the way back round the sound from inside starts up again. It's not inside, it's bouncing from the garage opposite.
St Tanwg's Church is in the dunes between the Maes and Traeth Llandawg. It is old out of time. Look at the faces on it. Go in and sing if there are people singing but there probably wont be. Sing outside instead. Not in English, they will hear you (the ones in the sand dunes).
As it clears I can see the sea and the dunes. This must be right. The sound of a strimmer stops, and I realise it has been there for a while, the hum is soon replaced by a bumblebee, blundering past. Japanese knotweed blocks the view again. Oh dear, it's a forest. It's quite steep and slippery. I have had enough slides today.
Some overgrown steps. I stop to draw them and listen to a conversation drifting up from the beach . Ladies walking dogs discuss why holidays are not much fun before moving on. The ice cream van chimes from faraway and a train comes by, much closer now. As I get down onto the dunes dandelion seeds fly towards me. The track leads finally to a dead end. And a lot of wild garlic. I double back and go up a different set of steps. They lead all the way up to a tall drystone wall, someone's garden. There is nothing for it, I can't go all the way back down now, I will have to sneak around the house. I see an old lady through the window, I don't want to scare her so I hurry around.
Back on the road. Some beekeepers are collecting honey in the field. I can see the puff puff of their smoke to calm the bees. It's nearly five o clock, I better get a move on. Going up the steps from the road I can see the sea. Someone is standing up to their knees, looking out. I hope these steps lead to the church.
At the church, there is a sign outside that says amongst other things 'these dunes are special.'
There are two gates into the church. I take the left. The church is locked up, but I can see inside. I think about all the stone tables going around the church, can I sit at one? It's a grave.
From the Maes over to where the boats are moored, the sand is a bit quick over there. Look at the ground. You won't see a boat called Nemo because it isn't there anymore. It used to be there and then one day it wasn't, there was only some oil and bits in the sand. This is a clue.