XXVIII 



OF A GORSEDD AT THE GREAT STONES 



"VTESTERDAY I was a wholly undistinguished 

 -L person. To-day I am a Bard. The manner 

 of it was as follows : 



About midday a number of Welsh, to some of 

 whom we are related by the closest ties of blood 

 and affection, arrived from London in a char-a-banc 

 at our garden gate, and with loud barbaric cries 

 summoned us forth. We were indeed prepared 

 for their coming, and believed that an ordinary 

 picnic was intended. A drive of a few miles, an 

 open-air feast within the Great Stones which illus- 

 trate this neighbourhood, a drive back to Willows, 

 tea and farewell this was the programme which 

 in our simplicity we had imagined. We had yet 

 to learn how the Celt makes holiday. 



Nothing excessively unusual happened until 

 luncheon had been eaten. It is true that our 

 companions sang hilariously in Welsh all the way 

 up the Valley, and it is a fact that they gathered 

 great sprays of young oak and fastened them in 



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