Hogyn o Ogledd Cymru, o'r Dyffryn Nantlle, Eryri.
O bentra'r Groeslon, un blinc gan basho drwodd a mae o di mynd, ond felna mai chadw hi.
Mae e'n ardal sy'n agos iawn i'm calon, ond weithia maen rhaid crwydro dipyn bach cyn medru gwerthfawrogi'r ffashwn petha. Bu'm yn ol am sbelan ychydig yn ol a fel y mab afradlon (heb y lladd) mi ailddarganfyddais yr hen adra. Adnewyddais y teimlad braf 'na y tyfish i fyny hefo, o fyw ymysg y mynyddoedd, y bryniau a'r cymoedd, a'm ffrindia.
Siaradais gyda un o'm ffrindia, ma nabod arno fo ers dyddia'r hen trwser pen glin (bedi oed chdi met?), ac ar ol dipyn i yfad mi aethom i mewn i un o'r sgyrsia na sy'n digwydd pam ma pawb digon chwil i alw enwa ar i gilydd ond digon call fel bo na'm ofni dwrn yn y clust. Gwrandodd ef arna fi yn son am y llefydd dwi di bod, a'r petha dwi di weld, a pam y crwydrwn, yn holi am lefydd prydferth, unigryw a hardd fel mai. Edrychodd o arna fi fel bo fi'n siarad trw'n nhwll. Odd o'm yn dallt, medda fo, pam fo pobol isho symud i rwla arall i chwilio am y petha yna. Sbia, medda fo, bob bora run peth, bob dydd mae o dal yna. Y lle hardda yn y byd i mi. Be 'di pwynt symud?
Doedd dim atab gen i iddo.
Mi ddoi'n ol arda rhyw ddydd. Ma hudoliaeth unigryw ynghanol Himaleias Eryri. Codi blas chwannag arna fi. Myfi, a'm locsyn a'r hen Sindi Croffyrd.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
GTO
Name: Gareth Thomas Owen
Gar’f (Given Australian name; for the convenience)
age 31
I’m from Groeslon in spectacular Snowdonia, Gwynedd’s mountain region in North Wales. It’s a part of the world unlike any other, and the reason I love to be out in the middle of nowhere. I like to hear the pitter patter of rain drops on a tent top.
I wouldn’t exactly say I get lost easily, but it’s probably true anyway. I worked as a prawn fisherman on a boat skippered by My Mate Cal™ in Mull, played darts (poorly) around the Highlands and found out about the history of whisky etiquette in the Hebrides. If I could read a map I hate to think what would have become of me.
I lived in Yorkshire for a few years, in Leeds, during and after university, where I studied Politics and Sociology, and took up climbing, (Ey-up, luv) and made some important and lifelong friendships there.
In my attempt to populate my life with as many stories as possible, I’ve earned a living many different ways: I was a hotel night porter in Fort William, where I had a vicarious and troubled relationship with a hoover called Henry; a barman on Shetland, where someone told me that it was possible, theoretically, that someone could, eventually, breed pocket sized Shetland Ponies; but the most challenging and enjoyable was building dry-stone walls, a skill I picked up on Cape Clear in County Cork, Ireland, a small island community I was privileged to call my home for over a year.
I’ve lived the past few years in some wild and beautiful places. Scotland and Ireland may have the perfect weather for ducks but I’m Welsh, and you love what you know best. If it doesn’t rain for a few days, I stand under the cold shower in my Sunday best, drinking tea complaining about the weather just to feel normal. The sun always shines in Australia and my famous ginger complexion just doesn’t like it. But you can't have everything.
Favourite books:
Franz Kafka - "The Trial","The Castle","Metamorphoses and Other Stories"
Haruki Murakami -"dance dance dance","Norwegian Wood", "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World", "Wild Sheep Chase"
John Irving - "World According to Garp" "Hotel New Hampshire", "Until I find You" -
Herman Hesse -"Steppenwolf" "Narcissus and Goldmund"
Mario Puzo "gThe Gdfather"
Cervantes "Don Quixote"
George Mackay Brown "Greenvoe" "Hawkfall""Vinland"
Gogol "The Nose and other Short Stories"
Gar’f (Given Australian name; for the convenience)
age 31
I’m from Groeslon in spectacular Snowdonia, Gwynedd’s mountain region in North Wales. It’s a part of the world unlike any other, and the reason I love to be out in the middle of nowhere. I like to hear the pitter patter of rain drops on a tent top.
I wouldn’t exactly say I get lost easily, but it’s probably true anyway. I worked as a prawn fisherman on a boat skippered by My Mate Cal™ in Mull, played darts (poorly) around the Highlands and found out about the history of whisky etiquette in the Hebrides. If I could read a map I hate to think what would have become of me.
I lived in Yorkshire for a few years, in Leeds, during and after university, where I studied Politics and Sociology, and took up climbing, (Ey-up, luv) and made some important and lifelong friendships there.
In my attempt to populate my life with as many stories as possible, I’ve earned a living many different ways: I was a hotel night porter in Fort William, where I had a vicarious and troubled relationship with a hoover called Henry; a barman on Shetland, where someone told me that it was possible, theoretically, that someone could, eventually, breed pocket sized Shetland Ponies; but the most challenging and enjoyable was building dry-stone walls, a skill I picked up on Cape Clear in County Cork, Ireland, a small island community I was privileged to call my home for over a year.
I’ve lived the past few years in some wild and beautiful places. Scotland and Ireland may have the perfect weather for ducks but I’m Welsh, and you love what you know best. If it doesn’t rain for a few days, I stand under the cold shower in my Sunday best, drinking tea complaining about the weather just to feel normal. The sun always shines in Australia and my famous ginger complexion just doesn’t like it. But you can't have everything.
Favourite books:
Franz Kafka - "The Trial","The Castle","Metamorphoses and Other Stories"
Haruki Murakami -"dance dance dance","Norwegian Wood", "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World", "Wild Sheep Chase"
John Irving - "World According to Garp" "Hotel New Hampshire", "Until I find You" -
Herman Hesse -"Steppenwolf" "Narcissus and Goldmund"
Mario Puzo "gThe Gdfather"
Cervantes "Don Quixote"
George Mackay Brown "Greenvoe" "Hawkfall""Vinland"
Gogol "The Nose and other Short Stories"
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Tew Rides Again
Ar ol ennyd o falu cachu ag osgoi dysgu bedi be efo compiwtars, ar ol dewis anwybyddu geiria doeth Concord stalwm pan udodd o, a'i drwyn enwog yn penodi tua'r drws, "tud wan Tomos Oen, chdi a dy woodbines, myn'cythral i". Be oedd pwynt dadla efo'r fath sens bryd hynny? Pidinodyn o fachgen o'r Groeslon? Be gwn i am y byd ai betha? Tu ol cwt gwair efo Jinni Pob Hogyn yr oeddwn i, woodbine yn y clust a cap cwt glo ar y pen, oddiar ychydyg, rel rabscalyn, yn ceisio codi amrwd ar yr hen Jinni druan, a fu farw, mewn cae, ai fflwmar i lawr, pan fu darro hi ai chariad, gan darw. Ond, fuish i rioed yn rel boi am y facts.
Ond peri i mi fynd ychydyg yn chwythig yn y fan yna.
Ond peri i mi fynd ychydyg yn chwythig yn y fan yna.
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