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      <image:caption>A map in progress of the Vale of Glaslyn, a valley surrounded by the Eryri Mountains.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The roundhouse, although tedious and time-consuming to build, was constructed with home grown materials: thin branches of hazel, farmed for this purpose (coppiced) and woven into the roof and walls, mud used for daubing to stick it together, and hay for thatching the roofs. The height allowed the smoke from the central fire to gather and dissipate through the top. Despite that, it was dark, smoky and close, especially when it rained. This was Wales in ancient times. Even back then, rain was a constant.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Saoy sheep, found at the reconstructed Iron Age hillfort of Castell Henllys, are descended from the small primitive breed that inhabited the British Isles during the Bronze and Iron Age. They naturally shed their wool which could be collected by pulling on the hair gently (rooing) in early spring or summer, or gathered from the branches and twigs it would catch on (a common chore for children)</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Although the Celts had no written language, their world was full of intricate designs and bright colour. Dyes were made mostly from plants, although urine and ash was often used to set them. The plaid we associate with the Scots was common among the Celts. The wool was gathered by the children, washed and combed to make strands, then assembled onto the warp weighted (rocks on thread) looms, a process that is not too different than home made looms used today.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>About Me - I’m originally from northern Manitoba in Canada and escaped as soon as I graduated high school. I now live in southern Ontario: less cold, less snow, less winter—can you see why I moved?—and in the summer, less mosquitoes. However, I soon began to travel back as often as I could. I missed the brilliant and long lasting sunsets over the lake in the summer, the call of the loon, the dancing northern lights, and the clear, star-filled sky, so luminous it would light my way home at night. And I missed the landscape, filled with rocky outcroppings of the Canadian Shield, lakes so clean I could dip my cup while paddling, and forests untouched yet by pulp and paper clearances—and so few people that everyone said hello whether they knew you or not.</image:title>
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      <image:title>Books - Ceridwen’s story, DAUGHTERS OF GLASLYN, placed third in the paranormal division of YARWA’s competition, The Rosemary, in 2019 and became a finalist for CANSCAIP’s Writing for Children Competition this past summer.</image:title>
      <image:caption>Fflur’s story, THE WILDWOODS, tied for first place in the Rosemary this past July. A good summer for writing.</image:caption>
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