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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Welsh Fairies.
[time] => 2006-01-25 09:40:58
[hometext] => enjoy from bern
[bodytext] => The hours passed so slowly that I thought at first my watch was going wrong. I knew though that it was not my watch as I had it cleaned only the week previously, The train was supposed to be an express taking me from Paddington in London to South Wales on the west side of Great Britain. I had heard that a group of young girls had seen some Fairies. I read this in the Daily Mirror and wanted to see for myself if there were Fairies or had the Girls been tricked in some way or another. I eventually arrived at Cardiff where I took a bus up to the Rhondda Valley, which lies in the county of Glamorgan. We travelled by coach to Tonyrefail the place where the Fairies had supposedly been seen. I stopped at a Public House that did bed and breakfast and spent the rest of the day trying to find out where the Girls lived. Most of the people that I spoke to could speak English the others spoke Welsh that I did not understand. Most people laughed when I spoke about the Fairies and I felt somewhat embarrassed for asking my questions. Had my journey been for nothing? I spoke to the headmaster of one of the local schools he did not deny the Fairy story but he obviously was not going to give me any information as to the whereabouts of the Girls. Rather frustrated I went back to the Public House and went into the bar for a pint of beer. Standing at the bar was a very small man that was drinking one beer after another. I offered to buy him another drink that he readily accepted and spoke to him about Fairies. He told me that there were Fairies all over Wales that very few people had seen them. He was so enthusiastic that at first I thought that it was the alcohol that was speaking. Then he offered to take me to a place where Fairies had definitely been seen. I arranged to meet him the following day. On the following morning I put on a pair of my country brogue shoes, as I had no idea where this man would take me. He met me outside of the Public House and off we went. He told me that we were going to the Craig on top of which was supposed to be the Fairies playground. After about a half hours climb we arrived on top of the Craig that was really a plateau. A few cows were grazing and the man left me saying, “The pub is open I am off to have a pint.” With that he turned around and went back the way we had come. I strolled along the plateau looking for mushroom rings and anything that might lead to the whereabouts of the Fairies. After an hour or so I thought to myself what a waste of time, all there is on the Craig is gorse bushes, many of them. I was going to turn around and go back to the Public House when I suddenly saw a ring of mushrooms. I sat quietly and waited, one must have patience to be able to see Fairies. Then I saw a flicker of movement. I thought at first that my eyes had been playing tricks on me, but no there was a beautiful Fairy girl. I smiled and waved my hand to her, she waved back and the ice was broken. She called to the other Fairies and there appeared a dozen or more of the little folk all singing and dancing. I stayed with the Fairies for a couple of hours and said, “I must go now,” “Shall I see you all tomorrow?” “Yes,” came back a number of sweet voices and I retraced my steps until I arrived back at the Public House that is situated at the top end of the square in Tonyrefail. I had a meal and went into the bar for a pint of beer. Standing at the bar was the little man he gave me a knowing wink and quietly said,” You have seen them then,” I smiled back and said, “Yes we had a good time, the Fairies sang so beautifully and I will meet them again tomorrow if all goes well.” The little man asked me, “If he could accompany me again on the morrow,” “Yes”, I said, “But knowing fairies the way I do they might not come.” We met again the following day and set of to the plateau at the top of the Craig. I soon found the ring of mushrooms but they were not so fresh as they were on the yesterday. We sat down on the grass and waited for the Fairies. The little man pulled a flute out of his pocket and started playing a tune that was so delicate that I thought at first my ears were playing tricks on me. Soon the Fairies appeared and surprising to me they all greeted the little man and then started dancing to the sweet melodies that came from the flute. After a couple of hours the Fairies said, “Goodbye.” and the little man and myself went back to the Public House to have a meal. It was my invitation to him as I had many questions to put to him. After we had eaten our meal we ordered a pint each and the little man started telling me his story. He was in fact a Leprechaun that had been sent to Tonyrefail to make sure that no Fairy secrets had been told to the Girls. He himself lived in a house in a small town named Gilfach Gogh, which was a couple of miles away from Tonyrefail. He worked as shoemaker and had a small but flourishing business. For the next couple of months he would come to Tonyrefail in case anyone else was interested in Fairies. He told me that as soon as he met me he knew that I was a very good friend to the Fairies or he would never have taken me up on the plateau to meet them. The next day I caught a bus that left Tonyrefail to go to Cardiff where I would catch my train going back to London. As we drove away from the square in Tonyrefail the little man was standing on the pavement and waved me on my way. It was, all in all, a pleasant stay in the Welsh valleys and I probably will go back there again one day in the future. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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