At the height of my enthusiasm for the deep map of Bwlch y Ddeufaen I had a major installation planned: the long map on one wall; the “data” displayed as numbers and text overlapping on transparent paper, framed and assembled in a sort of grid; a sound piece containing the wind, running water and bird calls just above the threshold of hearing. I discovered a wonderful rant (in Welsh) by Twm o’r Nant (b.1739) arising from a fictional meeting of two stewards above Bwlch y Ddeufaen, and briefly I entertained grandiose ideas of having that performed as an audio piece. This was obviously a non-starter – my own Welsh accent is terrible, and I haven’t a clue how to find (or pay) anyone to read it for me. But I can dream.
