{"id":113,"date":"2019-11-17T14:53:53","date_gmt":"2019-11-17T14:53:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=113"},"modified":"2019-11-17T16:43:45","modified_gmt":"2019-11-17T16:43:45","slug":"the-cefn-wen-farm-hoard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/the-cefn-wen-farm-hoard\/113\/","title":{"rendered":"The Cefn Wen Farm Hoard"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/cefn-wen-farm-hoard-576x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-114\" width=\"291\" height=\"518\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/cefn-wen-farm-hoard.png 576w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/cefn-wen-farm-hoard.png 169w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/cefn-wen-farm-hoard.png 608w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 291px) 100vw, 291px\" \/><figcaption><em>Inspiration for the story<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben it was who found them, whimpering and circling the freshly turned sods like he was shepherding&nbsp; our black Welsh&nbsp; Mountains. ..&nbsp;&nbsp; sheep that is. The slope in that field is treacherous for a tractor. Ben was my rescue service in case I turned turtle.&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Thinking it over, leaving it to the last of the day was\nfoolhardy after 10 hours ploughing. But I can&#8217;t resist the evening light\nslanting over the hedges, particularly after an electrical&nbsp; storm, with the brown damp smell of the land\nand the sun catching the earth&#8217;s drops of moisture, throwing it back in rainbow\njewels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dad had always said that this field held more promise than\nbeing left to lie fallow. Just plough a portion of the field and across the\nslope so that the ridges would make the water \u201cwalk off not run off\u201d-\nanother&nbsp; from Dad&#8217;s tomes of witty\nfarming wisdom. That way you&nbsp; stopped all\nthe richness of the top soil cascading down to gather at the slope bottom.\nWhat&#8217;s more Mystic Meg had&nbsp; this morning\npronounced that today would be&nbsp; \u201ca day to\nremember&#8230;. when all your dreams come true.\u201d A pot of gold at the rainbow&#8217;s\nend will do me I thought. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The decision was made.&nbsp;\nAfter the rain stopped, dividing the field into a rough nine equal\nparts, we started on the exact central 5<sup>th <\/sup>segment.&nbsp; I saw the rainbow&#8217;s end but not the boulder\nit had targeted. On impact the tractor tipped. I just had time to register a\nglance from the setting sun charging the objects, &#8211; a consistent rosy red\nrather than the expected full spectrum of Welsh rain.&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben barked and barked till the Romanian labourers cropping\nin the next field came over and extracted me from underneath the overturned\ntractor. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nine weeks in hospital, then 3 months residential rehab,&nbsp; gave me more than enough time to\nresearch.&nbsp;&nbsp; Three&nbsp; Middle Bronze Age&nbsp; twisted gold torques, -chokers to you and\nme,- probably&nbsp; belonging to a local\nchieftain, three or four thousand years ago. Incredibly delicate and finely\nwrought. Of course, it was Treasure Trove; we couldn&#8217;t keep our pot of\ngold&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I don&#8217;t plough much these days.&nbsp; Manning the field entry-booth for all those\nmetal-detecting -machine toting enthusiasts is good enough for me, and much\nmore financially rewarding&nbsp; than farming.\nBrexit or No Brexit we are now independent of EU subsidies! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My reading preferences have changed. Mystic Meg&nbsp; is replaced by Treasure Hunting\nMagazine.&nbsp; Guess we are all looking for a\nslice of immortality. That&#8217;s why they come, hoping to find something and have\nit named after them.&nbsp; The money and\nreading the story of the&nbsp;&nbsp; \u201cCefn Wen&nbsp; Hoard\u201d at The Welsh Museum of National Life\nis good enough for me. Dad would have liked it too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ben it was who found them, whimpering and circling the freshly turned sods like he was shepherding&nbsp; our black Welsh&nbsp; Mountains. ..&nbsp;&nbsp; sheep that is. The slope in that field is treacherous for a tractor. 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