Walking on the riverbed

"The drought had lasted now for ten million years, and the reign of the terrible lizards had long since ended. Here on the Equator, in the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for existence had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. In this barren and desiccated land, only the small or the swift or the fierce could flourish, or even hope to survive."
-- Arthur C. Clarke, '2001 A Space Odyssey'


Dydy e ddim deng miliwn o flynyddoedd ers y glawiad olaf ond mae'n dechrau edrych fel rydyn ni angen tipyn bach o ddŵr yn fuan. Heddiw, gallwn i gerdded ar wely'r afon Taf bron i'r canol yr afon.  Roedd e'n rhyfedd i fod mewn amgylchedd fel arfer o dan ddŵr.  Mae'r meini yn sych,  ac yma ac acw pyllau o ddŵr yn sownd yn crebachu'n araf.  Roeddwn i'n meddwl bod rhaid i mi gymer y cyfle i sefyll yma o leiaf unwaith.  Yn gobeithio bydd yr afon yn llawn eto'n fuan.


It's not ten million years since the last rainfall but it's beginning to look like we need a little bit of water soon. Today, I could walk on the bed of the river Taff near the middle of the river. It was odd to be in an environment usually under water. The stones are dry, and here and there pools of stranded water are slowly shrinking. I thought that I had to take the opportunity to stand here at least once. Hopefully the river will be full again soon.