700 x 580 / Exhibited at

The steep sides of the corrie containing the near circular LLyn Cau are adjacent to the peak of Cadiar Idris in mid Wales. Folklore has it that he who sleeps overnight on the mountain will wake either mad or a poet. The night I spent was indeed unsettling, the cold March night was punctuated by a rhythmic low moaning which shook my tent. This unnerving effect was, I think, the result of air cooling on the precipice and collapsing down the sheer rock face into the cauldron of the corrie, and onto my tent. In the darkness it sounded as if the mountain was sighing, displeased at my trespass. The morning was a showery one, the rising sun chasing rain clouds into the corrie where they then struggled to climb the turret of rock and escape.