The daliad is a bowl to hold, the cwrw bach a cup for a little local beer, the llestr is a vessel for hand-picked flowers and the neithdar is a pot for honey.

I came home to name my pots, back to feeling and language, emotion and origin. Back to the movement of the Hiraethlyn, the sounds of Bryn Hir woods, back to the oak-marked fields of Eglwysbach.

Indistinguishable from the fugitive and the pursuer looking for the fugitive.