I had come from England to visit the
little Welsh village of Pont Oddaith. I wanted
to write a story about Wales.
One day Tomkins, the village innkeeper,
suggested I walk up the mountain. The view
was magnificent, he said.
I took Tonikins's suggestion. As I stood
looking down from the mountaintop, I
caught sight of a house at the head of the
valley,. It was the loneliest dwelling I have
ever seen. Not far from it stood a young girl.