To-day I sat on a mountain top in Midwales. Greens, browns and mysterious shades and shadows of instant nature reached out to me, from valleys filled to the brim with watery beauty and giggling nonsense. No care for past or present or what might have been. No ruffian rucks, no tragic choirs, no corned beef pasties, no petty politics or the language of an ancient dream of kingly dynasty.
Just Wales alone, just pure, breathtaking Wales.
The true Wales.
The only Wales.