The sign at the gate Bryn Heulog
The Artist Cottage welcomed us fel cartref,
its windows opening
onto hills that breathe in green and gold.
The land itself spoke softly —
Eryri’s hush,
the tide’s slow hymn,
light on the estuary
stirring poems before we knew their shape.
Diolch o galon
for the warmth,
the peace,
and the view that felt
like coming home.
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May 29, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
The sign at the gate Bryn Heulog
The Artist Cottage welcomed us fel cartref,
its windows opening
onto hills that breathe in green and gold.
The land itself spoke softly —
Eryri’s hush,
the tide’s slow hymn,
light on the estuary
stirring poems before we knew their shape.
Diolch o galon
for the warmth,
the peace,
and the view that felt
like coming home.
Bryn Heulog - Sunny Hill
fel cartref - like home
Diolch o galon - Thank you from the heart
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