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This is a captivating collection of thirty traditional and modern stories from within the county of Ceredigio, with traditional stories of the submerged city of Cantre’r Gweilod, the Welsh Atlantis, how the Devil came to build a bridge over the Rheidol, how the holy grail came to Nanteos; stories of y Tylwyth teg, the Welsh fairies, of changelings, magic ointment, fairy fiddlers and fairy rings; and new stories, such as the elephant that died in Tregaron, and the surfer abducted by a dolphin. All are covered in this exciting new compendium of local folk tales.
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‘'These stories are of another world, an Otherworld so familiar to the folk of Ceredigion 100 years ago; exotic and enticing, dark and dangerous, curious and comical, a world of the marginalised and misunderstood, of flooded lands and lost languages. A dreamworld.''
Let's travel to Wales.
A wanderer stumbles upon an old estate and starts narrating the tales of the Tylwyth Tag. Of changelings and witches. Myths like Rhysyn and the Mermaid, the Tale of Taliesin. Stories of the men-women who demand justice, of devilry and Old Nick himself, of the White Lady of Broginan and the ghosts of Aberystwyth Promenade, of phantom funerals and corpse candles. The Talking Tree of Cwmystwyth, Operation Julie, legendary ‘'people of the road''.
Written with elegant, playful humour and with a deep sense of nostalgia, respect and tenderness for the region and its inhabitants (mortals and otherwordly alike), Peter Stevenson has created one of the finest volumes in the exceptional Folk Tales of Britain and Ireland series.
‘'Ceredigion is a land of contrasts, where old meets new, where dolphins swim close to the biggest fish-processing plant in the land; where men dress in women's clothes not only for a Friday night out with the boys, but to stand up for their liberty and carry out acts of subversion; where conjurers weave their spells in the hills away from those who think they wear pointy hats, cloaks, long grey beards and appear on Saturday night TV; where the last beavers in Wales lived on the banks of the Teifi rather than in a cage waiting for permission to be released as part of a reintroduction scheme; and where the fair folk are darker and more dangerous than the gossamer-winged sprites who live in the illustrations in children's picture books. It is a land where people speak the language of story, and the stories have mud on their boots.''
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