2080

Tuesday saw Hen Galan, the Welsh New Year as I got hit again by repercussions from the personal events of last year. It wasn’t as much of a stomach punch for me, but the it did was a hard slap in the face. So I was in the mood for singing to a scary horse’s skull on a stick and some friends. I met the gentlemen of wealth and taste - Ed Sinclair, Dai, Richie and Mister Mike in the Old House for lunch. I said to Sian that I wasn’t going to drink and go for a run instead so I could pace myself for the evenings festivities. I walked up to the bar:

“A large red wine please.” and a very pleasant afternoon was had.

After a little lie down and a shower I went across to the Corner House at 6pm to meet the Mari Lwyd, but the Corner House was looking very shut, so I met the gentlemen back at the Old House for a snifter and we were joined by the ever lovely Sean Carlson. We went over to the Corner House which soon filled up with people waiting for the Mari Lwyd, and before too long old horsey was singing to us and we were singing back to her. Yes her! Did I know that the Mari Lwyd was female? Well I do now.

This was my third Hen Galan and was joyous as ever, filled with song and good cheer. I’ve written a horror book which has Llangewydd - under a different name - as a location with the Mari Lwyd as a central character. The book is currently with my editor, who knows where it will be when I next sing to the Mari Lwyd?

A great night of high weirdness which helped soothe my hurt.