Welcome to a website dedicated to stories and tales, written in Cymru and often about Cymru. Some of them are best read in a Cymraeg accent, preferably a Valleys' one...either way, I hope you enjoy them.
Gaynor Kavanagh
Po and Anna
Anna is staring at the bedroom ceiling, trying to make out the pattern of electric stars the night light is projecting. She knows about stars and these are nothing like the stars she watched with her grandfather from their garden in Syria.
Prologue for Owen
Owen walked into the S4C television studio, dressed for the part. His Paul Smith suit had come up well with a dry clean. His navy silk shirt, bought in Milan, during one of Ethnosphere Dance Company’s tours, glistened expensively in the studio lights. His brogues, handmade in Madrid, had survived the walk across the farmyard that morning. Evenso, he had carefully washed the soles in a service station on the way over, just in case.
