Passing a mound of the old ones not unlike the one I had once seen at Bryn Celli Ddu on Ynys Môn, I asked Taliesin if he knew this one’s history, but he only smiled. “We are not going to investigate it today, Gwernin,” he said. “Better not to disturb… those who dwell there… in any case. Although I believe the local people still leave offerings for them at certain times of the year.”
“At Samhain?” I asked, and he nodded.