The poem Gweinion was written in 1986. We were on holiday and we had chosen to spend our two weeks in very different surroundings. The first week was to be spent in a farm cottage near Dolgellau on the out-skirts of the Snowdonia National Park. Here we were to take day trips to Snowden, Caernarvon, Betws-y-coed and Portmerion. Then we planned to travel down from our quiet chill-out cottage in the glorious hills of the northern part of Wales on the coastal road via Aberystwyth, Cardigan, Haverfordwest, Neyland and on to our second week in the commercial holiday resort of Tenby. There could not be more of a contrast in areas, solitude, isolation and piece to the hustle and bustle of a beautiful busy holiday resort.
	We were to see our home of Wales at its greatest, for we were to be given two weeks of brilliant sunshine and I will allow myself to be more than a little bit bias in saying as a fairly well travelled man it stands as the best holiday I have ever had for its scenery, its contrasting splendour and its unequalled beauty. Believe me if you have the weather in Wales you have it all. There would be no need to look elsewhere. Gweinion was written in the first chill out week. Gweinion was the name of our little cottage with its inglenook fireplace and open beamed ceilings
Here we would for our first week unwind and relax from our everyday jobs and do as we felt not what was expected of us. This was our "time out". Here we could be what we were.Here we would be with nature and we ourselves would be natural. What was to come was not.
	This was the same week that the fall out from the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station fell on where we were in North Wales. Indeed all the sheep that we saw being dipped and shawn were eventually in the following weeks killed. We our-selves were sunbathing and it is the only time I have seen bathers burn "blue". At the time we knew of the disaster at Chernobyl but had no idea that it was travelling in the wind in our direction and we were sunbathing in its deposits. God gave me five senses. Sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing. All these are rendered useless when confronted with radiation unleashed by mankind onto a wind that is globally convected randomly. We use lotions to protect us from the Suns radiation in its mild doses, with this we are in control. With Nuclear Power stations I live for the day of alternative energy whereby even when the failproof, foolproof systems do go wrong that we will have the sense to allow those five senses (our God given gifts) to guide us and not let our destiny be with profiteering madmen and the lottery of the winds.We owe it to our granchildren to get it right!	The Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station Melt Down
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