The angels' view

From the top of Carn Ingli or Angel Mountain today there was snow, there was sunshine, there was sea and there was sky.

People sometimes come up here to sleep, perchance to dream, and to commune with whichever supernatural beings their personal cosmology suggests. It has always been regarded as a holy or magical spot.

The mountain is an extinct volcano that dominates the surrounding landscape. Prehistorically it was fortified as a place of safety for the dwellers in these hills. Christianity arrived and St Brynach consulted angels here. Later the little town of Tredraeth/Newport grew up along the river estuary below, a sea-going community of sailors, fishers and farmers. Later still, the local people were largely displaced by incoming artists, holiday-makers, second home owners and self-sufficiency disciples. None of this really matters because nothing changes the view.

Age on age the rocks remain,
And the tides return again;
Only we poor mourners, sinners
Weavers, toilers, fishers, spinners,
Pass away like visions vain.