“I thought of my river, the Afon-Lwydd, that my father had fished in youth, with rod and line for the leaping salmon under the drooping alders. The alders, he said, that fringed the banks ten deep, planted by the wind… — Alexander Cordell Copy Share Image
“The pot that had simmered for fifty years boiled over. Colliers and miners, furnacemen and tram-road labourers were flooding down the valley to the… — Alexander Cordell Copy Share Image
“I thought of my river, the Afon-Lwydd, that my father had fished in youth, with rod and line for the leaping salmon under the… — Alexander Cordell Copy Share Image
