For the first time since I left Holywell, the sun shone the whole time. Everything seemed to be in technicolour: all greens luminous, the sky azure blue, all flowers brilliant.
St Tysilio’s well
I started the day up a hill just outside Welshpool, in search of the well of St Tysilio. He was educated in various religious establishments in the area, and later wandered all over North Wales and over to the Island of Anglesey, known in Welsh as Ynys Mon. …
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