Iconic Welsh Hill Farm Part III – Paying My Respects

Dyffryn farmYou may have read my earlier posts about my conservation work for the National Trust on a famous Welsh mountain farm, if not you can catch up here and here….

At the end of my last post I mentioned that I had read that Esmé had been buried at Dyffryn and Peter’s ashes scattered next to her and that, had I known, I would have liked to have visited their grave.

In her biography of Esmé Teleri Bevan wrote…”On Sunday, 17 October 1999, Esmé decided to plant daffodil bulbs in the grounds around Dyffryn, ready for the spring.  It was a mellow day and when the sack of bulbs had almost emptied, she was tired and content, ‘They’ll be really colourful’.  She retired early to bed but in the early hours of Monday, Esmé died peacefully in her sleep, aged 89, with Peter at her side”.

“Peter fulfilled Esmé’s last wish, her burial place.  She had chosen to be buried on a small plot at Dyffryn, and Peter had to persuade the relevant authorities for permission.  The plot she chose many years earlier overlooked the valley, and it was near the sheep pens on Glyder Fach”.

I returned to Dyffryn earlier this week to carry on my research for the conservation land management plan that I’m writing for the National Trust, the new owners.  The first place I wanted to visit was Esmé and Peters grave, but other than the description above I didn’t know where to find it, and it’s a very big farm on a very big mountain.  I reasoned though that it must be fairly near to the house, or maybe close to one of the tracks leading from the road, so I made my way up to the nearest group of old stone sheep pens and looked around.

Sheep pensThe wind was ferocious and squalls of sleet, hail and snow were falling from the heavy clouds scudding over the mountain peaks and ridges.  I carefully examined the land around the pens, but I couldn’t see anything that looked like a grave site.  I had been told that there was a simple stone marking the spot, but at Dyffryn countless stones and boulders litter the landscape.

I needed to change my angle of enquiry by looking at my surroundings and asking myself, ‘where would I have chosen to be buried had I lived here all these years?’.  My attention turned to a huge rock outcrop and a kind of wide ledge rising up behind me.  As I surveyed it something caught my eye.  It was the bright yellow heads of hundreds of daffodils nodding in the blustery wind.  Strange to see daffodils there I thought, and then I knew what I was looking at and where the grave was.  My recollection of the story of Esmé planting daffodils the day before she died had led me to the spot.

I climbed up the steep hillside and there on the ledge, overlooking the valley, was the grave of Peter and Esmé Kirby of Dyffryn.

Esme and PeterA simple plaque on a Dyffryn stone, and some juniper bushes planted at their heads to shelter them from the Dyffryn winds marked the spot.

Esme and Peter 2As I studied the grave I was curious about it’s orientation and why it was slightly inclined downhill, but as I turned and looked in the direction it was pointing all became clear.  This was the view that they wanted forever.

Their viewDaffodils, the Dyffryn “ffridd” where Esmé, Thomas and countless others brought up the Dyffryn lambs, and the twin lakes framed by the rocks and heather.  Not a bad view for eternity.

I stayed for quite a while and then felt the need, despite the howling wind and showers, to climb up onto the plateau below Glyder Fach.  I’m glad I did, the views were wonderful and the sense of elemental life almost overwhelming.

Bwlch

I felt glad that I’d paid my respects.  There is something dangerous about the work that I do.  The land has been like this for thousands of years (there are the remains of iron age hillforts on the farm and a Roman camp just down the road), and countless generations of people have lived here and eeked out a living often under great hardship, only for someone like me to come along one day and prescribe a management plan.  It doesn’t feel right unless you do it well, and therein lies the challenge.  Do right by the land and the memory of those who came before you, and don’t be an arrogant prat.  In finding and visiting the grave I felt like I’d opened a path, along which I might tread lightly and get on with the job that I’ve been given to do.

In the next part of my little story I’ll tell you about how I wanted to visit the great Dyffryn mountain wall that was built around 1750 and, in studying it up close, found extraordinary craftsmenship in such a challenging landscape.

Wall 2

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About Mike Howe

I am an ecologist and a composer of guitar based instrumental melodies signed to the Real Music label in California. I like to write about my work, music and nature conservation and how it all comes together. I try not to write about things I don't know much about.
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23 Responses to Iconic Welsh Hill Farm Part III – Paying My Respects

  1. Zambian Lady says:

    Those are beautiful landscapes – hiking there must be refreshing. I too would not mind having my resting place there (even if I won’t be able to see it when I expire.)

  2. Linda Cote says:

    Mike, an absolutely remarkable post! The photos make me want to jump on a plane and visit, and the story gave me goosebumps. I love that you found the grave site by the daffodils. Such a lovely story. Thank you!

    • Mike Howe says:

      Thank you Linda im so glad you enjoyed it, there is magic to the pkace given to us by the writings and deeds of those people that have gone before us that I really wanted to share. If you do ever find yourself in Snowdonia you wont regret the effort you made to get there 😃

  3. Pat says:

    Your writing is very beautiful, Mike. I think what makes you the right person to be creating this management plan is that you love this land. Maybe as much as those who farmed here. I’ve started reading the book. I’ve just read about Esme’s pigs, what an adventure! She was a very enterprising lady.

    • Mike Howe says:

      Pat I’ve just noticed that I didn’t reply to your kind comment, many apologies. I’m glad you are reading the book, it’s good fun isn’t it? Where they found the energy from I don’t know. All the best, Mike

  4. Gallivanta says:

    Perhaps they chose the view for themselves, but sometimes where you choose to be buried is about how you want people to remember you and know who you were. The headstone, the markers, the flowers are not so much for the comfort of the deceased but for those who come after. It’s lovely that you are really getting to know this Welsh farm, taking your time to understand it.

    • Mike Howe says:

      I think you’re absolutely right, I don’t think Esme necessarily chose all of the things at the grave site, others will have done that too, who knows. For me it was all about really feeling the human connection with the place, something I struggle to do in museums and historic houses. There’s something beguiling about the landscape in those mountains that some people, including me, feel very strongly and its been wonderful to see it through their eyes, people who knew it much better than I ever will.

  5. Jo Woolf says:

    Wow, your story gave me goosebumps, Mike! I am so glad you found the grave. What a beautiful place to be buried, too.

  6. montucky says:

    Wonderful and very touching story! I think you are right.

  7. Jan Schaper says:

    A very well told story, Mike — both of your experience and the glimpse into the life/death of Esme and Peter. Quite apparent that the land and the history of its people will be well respected and honored in your work. Look forward to hearing more.

  8. What a view from the gravesite! It surely must have been their favorite. Thanks for this story and the gorgeous photos. It is fortunate you are there during daffodil season or it may have been a bit harder to find their spot. Preserve this place well!

  9. I kept getting hung up on the “view” for the deceased, because they can’t see it. And yet people say things like that all the time. I guess I have to make a little mind leap here and imagine their spirits hovering in such a beautiful place. There are worse places to be buried, for sure. This is a lovely place to rest for eternity.
    Wonderful photos! I can hear the quietness, except for the wind and the odd bird!

    • Mike Howe says:

      I agree Anneli, and yet people do sometimes “choose a view” for their grave. Perhaps I am mis-representing what actually happened here, it doesn’t really matter, it is what it is and I respect that

      • I’m only making this comment “tongue in cheek.” It’s a lovely place to rest your bones, alive or dead. I just thought it was funny how people choose a view. I think I’d choose that one too.

  10. Ash says:

    Wonderful! Thank you

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