.. to that fair Isle I sail in dreams of plenty ...

When I started this site many years ago, it was as a vehicle within which I could upload my recorded songs. Has music been a success story? Not in any commercial sense but that’s not to dismiss commercial – being commercial indicates a popularity due to the songs resonating with others. My songs resonated with me when I wrote them and eventually became what is presented here.

Without that creative outlet I don’t know how much of my tattered sanity would remain. I’m quite comfortable with ‘having had a go’, regardless of commercial success, just as my brief forays into acting were good for me to do – a way of stretching the boundaries.

‘You’ve got to have an interest.’ is true for those of us not completely weighed down by the struggle to survive. Music, the creativity of a changing garden and a consistent sense of mystery along with some minor knowledge of there being much more to our existence than meets the eye – these are constant companions.

I turn away, as best I can, from the obscenities of life in a time of post 9/11, perpetual War on Terror, and the resulting waves of refugees pouring into the seas around Europe as their own societies are devastated in the name of a ‘freedom’ which is itself a hollow nonsense.

I go back to a Syria of three and a half thousand years ago when a mass migration of people made their way to Troy, in what is now known as Turkey. From there, some portion of those people, at a later date, made their way to Britain.

This is a hidden history in the sense of not being well known but this wasn’t always the case. The simple - but not only reason - for this dismissal of the British history of that time was that the city of Troy, considered legend, wasn’t discovered until the 1920’s and if Troy is legend then that British history, whose kings of old trace their lineage to this migration, must also be considered a fabrication.

I’d have thought that this re-discovery of Troy would have a prompted another look at early British history but it hasn’t happened to any degree which would have the established opinion changed.

Having read Velikovsky’s ‘Worlds in Collision’, that date of approximately 1500 B.C. – when this mass migration is supposed to have taken place – resonates. Velikovsky presents evidence of a planetary body passing close enough to Earth at the time of the Exodus to cause devastation in parts of our planet.

Being originally Welsh and now having some time to follow my inclinations, I’ll pursue these lines of inquiry and put together a time line over which people and events will take their place.

As to why a history should be hidden – prejudice, political expedience, greed, corruption and vested interest. Same old story.

When laid up with a broken foot last year, I re-read the Mabinogion – Welsh myth and legend. I still found it difficult to make much sense of those wondrous tales, of other worldly powers, of treachery and courage and of time stood still. And of real magic.

Many years ago, I played the son of a sea god for a radio play which was based upon a story from the Mabinogion. I don’t think I did a very good job – a bit difficult to put oneself in the mindset of such a being - but that’s not really the point. There’s a reality about such stories which mirrors the Aboriginal Dreamtime ‘other dimension’ quality.

In the mid 1800’s the speaking of Welsh was forbidden in schools within Wales and to reinforce this message a wooden board called a ‘Welsh not’ was employed. A bit like a nasty version of ‘pass the parcel’, this piece of board, with a rope attached, moved from pupil to pupil, if a Welsh word was uttered, and hung around the neck. The last pupil to wear the ‘Welsh not’ before school broke up for the day got a thrashing.

As for writing in the Welsh language - that started centuries earlier and the first to make an outright attempt to suppress the Welsh language was Richard ll (1367 – 1400). He attempted to prohibit writing in Wales. His successor and cousin, Henry Bolingbroke, deposed Richard in 1399 and became Henry IV. He continued with that strategy.

Suppress the language, suppress the history.

So it’s a bit of a detective story with sources to check and leads to follow and to put me in good stead for a later voyage back to the ‘Land of my Fathers.’