A Meander in Cambridge

再別康橋 - 徐志摩 詩 1928

輕輕的我走了，
正如我輕輕的來；
我輕輕的招手，
作別西天的雲彩。

那河畔的金柳
是夕陽中的新娘
波光裡的艷影，
在我的心頭蕩漾。

軟泥上的青荇，
油油的在水底招搖；
在康河的柔波裡，
我甘心做一條水草

那榆蔭下的一潭，
不是清泉，是天上虹
揉碎在浮藻間，
沈澱著彩虹似的夢。

尋夢？
向青草更青處漫溯，
滿載一船星輝，
在星輝斑斕裡放歌
但我不能放歌，
悄悄是別離的笙簫；
夏虫也為我沉默，
沉默是今晚的康橋！

悄悄的我走了，
正如我悄悄的來；
我揮一揮衣袖，
不帶走一片雲彩。

(A Farewell to Cambridge, by Xu Zhimo, 1928)
http://www.bookrags.com/research/xu-zhimo-ema-06/
http://www.world-forum.cn/bbs/redirect.php?fid=9&tid=162&goto=nextnewset
http://www.cll.ncnu.edu.tw/teachers/wu/shu/web/Cambridge.htm

The Velvet Rim of Wales - Pembroke Coast

Deffrwch Cymry cysglyd y gân

dwfn yw'r gwendid
bychan yw y fflam
Creulon yw'r cynhaef
ond per yw'r dôn
'Da' alaw'r alarch unig
yn fy mron
Every day when I wake up
I thank the Lord I'm Welsh

Darganfyddais gwir baradws Rhyl
Gwledd o fedd
gynhyrfodd Cymraes swil
Every day when I wake up
I thank the Lord I'm Welsh

International Velvet by Catatonia

Translation of this post is courtesy to Inter Trans

'm 'n flaen argraffau chan Cymru fel a teenager hysbyswyd at Catatonia , 'r 'n gyfriniol , dywyllwch - hued - namyn - chyneua - hearted , 'n gathaidd - yn lleisio quirky indy aig a cyrchedig 'r byd dendio - yn baglan canau cara ‘ Road Rage ' a ‘Don't Need the Sunshine '. Acha Difiau hwyr Chyflea off chan Paddington acha a 3 awr deithio i mewn i 'r asgre chan Cymru mewn arafa chludiad yn chwyrlïo ar gerdded chan 'r fachlud haul.

Fel 'n ebrwydd fel basiasom Caerdydd 'r chyweiria chyfundrefn a acenion 'r ffordd a bopeth chan chyflea enwau at cerrynt amneidiau at hyffordda chyhoeddiadau dorrwyd 'n ddwyieithiol i mewn Saesneg a Cymraeg ydy 'n anaelau 'n gampus , Synnais a iawn argraffedig ag a guy acha 'r ffôn 'm heneiddia a hun chofnod was yn lladd busnes ddelia i mewn Saesneg a was 'n gyfnesaf 'n abl at areithia Cymraeg 'n ffraeth yn sylwi 'r yn eistedd arfaetha am eiddo brawd s briodas i mewn Caerdydd 'r trannoeth.

M-8 cyffyrddedig 'm am 'r annwyd a 'n ddigysgod arllwys Abertawe gorsaf am 9pm, a cenfaint i mewn 'r dywyllwch a gwlych a 'n nifylog hwyr drwo chulha a yn am-droi ffyrdd ( do bu 'n waedlyd scary) drwo at Marloe Sands ble seiliasom ourselves achos 'r 'n gyfnesaf 'n dri ddiwrnod s exploration chan 'r Penfro Hwylio Gyda'r tir.


'n le ydy brofiad i mewn itself. 'r YHA Hostel am Marloe Sands ydy a superb hychydig brycha , jyst off bannod chan 'r Penfro Coastal Cerdd route overlooking a typical jiggered chlogwynau a 'r Skomer Island seabird addoldy ) mewn lluniwr amaetha carega d] , a feddianedig ar y pryd 'n fwyaf at deuluoedd 'n angerddol am hiking , lawer chanddyn yn cymeryd 'n hwy 'n ieuanc blant chanddyn. 'i 'n ddiamodol 'n ardderchog at ddeffro i fyny at a 'n nifylog bore yn arogleuo 'r aig , ag 'r gwlych am-dro yn chwythu i mewn i 'ch bais. 'r gwyllt blodau a cellïau yn amgylchu gwna 'i a yn llacio chyflea at archwilia ar ôl a hun - catered brecwasta. Hun would , hagen , angen at bod 'n anaelau 'n effro am yn camu acha hun chan hyn 'n frwnt buggers – humongous slugs 'r faint chan a brifiedig ddyn s bodia , rhyw ddyhea a chyneua 'n frown , a others , cara darluniedig , ydy 'n anhydwf a 'n frown a 'n arfog ag a yn diflasu yn disgwyl chrau - 'n lliwiog cant. ( bydew , ]n 'n ddiniwed 'n sylweddol , namyn 'ch jyst all t chyfnertha yn meddwl hyn bethau ydy 'n waedlyd chornia 'n anhardd ).











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Day 1: Pembroke, Coastal Path #1 & Tenby

Penbroke & Pembroke Castle

M-8 a Fi bumbled along ar hyd i mewn 'n hychydig 'n ardrethol car at Penfro a bustley hychydig dref i mewn 'r canol chan 'r Cymraeg chyngaws ag a 'n iach a vibrant bentref buchedd ble 'r locals ymddangosedig llaciedig namyn feddianedig ag 'n bwysig cenadwriau ar y cyd. Ar ôl yn cael afael chan rhyw 'n amheuthun espresso i mewn dref , Buais bydew perked i fyny ag 'm bushy chloren a off aem at archwilia Penfro Castella. Bu Norman Castella Birthplace chan Harri VII ar yn disgwyl 'r dref amgylchedig at a scary yn disgwyl moat a 'r 'n dalgryf structures 'n ddiogel adeiladedig acha briga chan hogof a was i mewn arfer i mewn 'r carega heneiddia , a wedi bod utilised fel a storage arwynebedd at 'r Castella er yn bod adeiladedig i mewn 1063. Odiaeth impressive!

Manorbier Castle along the coastal path to Tenby
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Manorbier Castella ar hyd 'r hwylio gyda'r tir at Dinbych-y-pysgod Cathrenasom i lawr at Manobier Castella achos lunch , 'r chychwynfa chan 'n hike achos 'r ddiwrnod ( canfod Ddiwrnod route chan 'r Pembrokeshire Hwylio Gyda'r tir Llwybr 'n Genedlaethol Llusga ) Yn byddaru 'n ddramatig chlogwynau yn difannu i mewn i 'r ddwfn tourquoise aig boundless gorwel a fizzled i mewn i 'r awyr. 'r chulha yn am-droi cerrynt i mewn gwynebu chennym yn difannu drwo hun cama chan 'r allt a yn lledrithio drwo arall i mewn 'r 'n bell. 'r ceraint chyfarfuom acha 'r ffordd ydy jyst yn anwylo. 'r cail starring 'r blacksheep chan 'r deulu , 'r 'n unig ddua adar patrolling 'r coastline ar ôl 'r drefedigaethau chan Puffins a 'n arferol buchedda 'ma had ar ôl achos 'r haf , do Gwna fetha Puff the Magic Puffin!


Ni arrived i mewn Dinbych-y-pysgod ar ôl am 5 horiau chan yn cerdded ( a yn aros choelbrennau achos yn rhoi arswyd ) Dinbych-y-pysgod – a seaside chynira dref achos 'r locals , ddiffygion 'r 'n gydwladol swanky glamour namyn has 'r i lawr at briddo jolly balfalu i mewn 'r dafarnau a 'r hystrydoedd , bechgynnos cyweiriedig i fyny at ddilyn bliant lawn bowling themed hwyr barti , blwc adlonasom ar bysgota n naddion & da 'n hen steak a mushroom bastai am a 'n lleol , a M-8 couldn't choelia am 'r yn dechrau achos caen o leiaf 3 'n amgen cuisines a 120 ddidol ddysglau acha 'r ddewislen.

Fi 'n sylweddol did ca blina yn cwblhau 'r bîr bwyedig benfras sy 'r size of my backpack!! Yn cael fethedig 'r bara bws chan 'r hwyr ( pryd dref s bara bws ydy am 1805: 'ch ve got at addef drawsgludo 'n brudd Dybia ) chymerasom a 'n rhad taxi bacia i lawr at Manobier , yn cymeryd 10 chofnodion at ca bacia at 'r yn dechrau chan 'n hike a took 5 horiau!!

Day 2: St David's & The Really Wild Food and Countryside Festival & Coastal Path #2

'n ddiau bit hychwaneg classier na Dinbych-y-pysgod St Dafydd s ydy Prydain s 'n lleiaf caer – ond caer amdani has a Cathedral. 'i 'n sylweddol ydy a 'n arddun cathedral , Fi 'n ddiau feddedig 'r unique farchog s beddau ag 'r 'n arddun canol - hoedau yn cerfio chan 'r yn cysgu farchogion ar warthaf 'n hwy beddau.

The Really Wild Food & Countryside Festival

Sylweddol Gwyllt Bau a Borthiant Chylchwyl was an 'n ardderchog showcase chan 'n draddodiadol , 'n organic a 'n dirf indigenous borthiant. Llonaid chan cellwair , gwrteithia , a sizzled ag 'n bêr arogla chan arafa arlwyedig 'n arddun 'n lleol cynhyrchedig borthiant. Cellwair achos fynnod ydy 'r hun o'r tylwyth teg angel arglwyddesau chan 'r an intriguing arddangos am bennog yn genweirio , a odiaeth 'n gyffrous , bwyall yn ergydio chydymgais a chwilota racing , ble M-8 a fi s hychydig underdog acha 'r gwyrdd diced eventually enilledig ni 50 pence.








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Ferret Racing - where we won 50p - be patient with this video...


The Axe Throwing Competition

Coastal Path #2

Ni stocked i fyny acha Cymraeg Cacennau sweetish bath chan pikelette bethau ), flap jacks a a dasgu chan 'n organaidd gwynnwy chwisgi a a 'n fawr llymeitia chan latte chan 'r 'n lleol gwesty i mewn arlwy achos 'n eilia ddiwrnod chan hiking yn cychwyn ar ôl lunch. A 'n anhydwf rhodia chan dref chychwynasom chlosia 'r hôlion chlosia St Non's eglwys a tiny carega eglwys chan 'r 11th canrif – 'n amlwg achos 'r 'n gysegr-lân bydew i mewn 'i ardda a 'n amlwg chynhyrchion ddyfrha ag 'n anad yn iacháu alluoedd – oooooh laaa laa.

Fel Chrapiais feinedd bib i mewn 'r arawd hystafell. 'r golygfeydd was yn byddaru a 'n anghredadwy , a 'n amrywiadwy 'n amgen at doe hyd yn oed er 'i gostega ar 'n dal chlogwynau a hudai yn bugeila 'r eithaf fabolgampau boblogi – bod a ]n yn crogi off chortyn chan an agos vertical sigla , ai 'r dulathau i mewn 'n hwy precarious lestri yn brwydro 'r annwyd yn fferru forthcoming donnau. Eventually caem brycheuyn overlooking driban chan hynysoedd ble 'r brofedigaeth chan alfresco was jyst bit hefyd 'n bybyr at gwrthladd – ddiolch daioni neb daliedig ni! Ar ôl a hychydig dor acha cerddasom a chyfarfuom tussocks chan glasgoch , bincio a felyna blodeua shrubs o'r cychwyn , a cyffyrddedig ag gwyllt ceffylau yn campio acha 'r allt briga.















Bugeiliasom fel 'r awyr amliwia fel 'r bnawn waned i mewn i 'r chyflychwr. Caffai been am arall awr s cerdd siwrnai caem at namyn 'n ddiolchgar caem 'r bara gwasanaeth chan 'r Celtic Coaster Special Bus Ride. Hun bwyo farchoga bacia i mewn i dref jyst at fedda 'r 'n arddun fygedig bennog a M-8 ravili ag amgarn chan 'n bêr dyneredig afrod caws. YUMMMMMM!!

Day 3: Dinefwr Castle in Carmarthenshire
ble bendefigion chan 'r heibio i wedi gadael 'n hwy eiddo at bod ddisgwyliedig ar ôl at 'n glws boblogi. Newton D] – a yn rhybedio 'n fideo acha 'r buchedd chan 'r Cymraeg bendefigion a 'r ''underclass'' a sychedig a lleibiedig 'n hwy arses atyn. Bugeila 'm i mewn 'r gwin seler a yn ceisio at dadrys 'r ddewislen i mewn Cymraeg!! 'na aem off acha gwlyb hychydig hike i fyny at 'r 10th Canrif castella a 'n amlwg latter ddiwrnod gwigwyliau arferedig at chymer chyflea.


















Awron 'i been arailedig at cath!! Hun wee edrych ar arall 'n ddigrif castella a chymerasom 'r 'n glws a arafa 'n dri awr farchoga addef ble 'n ddiolchgar na chennym baedda - i fyny unrhyw arall deithwyr.

Mystic Frequencies

England's actually just one big treasure hunt. This weekend M-8 and I tinked around Somerset, an area which gave birth to the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Tables, and ofcourse, the home of hippy heartland Glastonbury, and a whole lot more when you look hard enough.

Stourhead Estate
It kind of amazes me how much money these people had back in those days to landscape design this entire area covering 11km2 previously fully owned by the Hoare family, now owned by the National Trust.
Apart from the main house which was of course luxuriously beautiful and more than enough for a family and all their servants, the property is fully equipped with its own hunting area, lake, Temple to Apollo, a water cave next to the lake (with its own nymph, and once upon a time billeted a hermit just to amuse garden-walking guests).

The state even had a ‘pet project’ on the side - a huge tall tower, also a ‘folly’ building with no reason) Alfred Tower (to commemorate the first ever English King) – a classic Rupunzel kind of tower a few miles from the main house. There’s about 200 Steps to the top (thanks to the young wholesome scouts there at the same time who counted for us) and in the panoramic views you can get a glimpse of Glastonbury Tor and a whole lot of stuff like bush walking people. Just no princes in sight…

Glastonbury & Glastonbury Tor
Glastonbury is a cute little town, but it’s become over the years a little bit more faux-bo than genuinely hippy. Its quaint I suppose, with the main street floating along with a relaxed atmosphere and randomly painted old buildings, but it’s a little overrun by shops that try to sell crystal balls made in China and woven wall hangings with American Indian chief against a fading rainbows that are just plain scary. We had a quick meal in the overgrown garden of an endearing little vego café, which M-8 overheard a conversation about how one of the ladies in the next table has recently acquired a flatmate in the form of ‘an Australian Goddess’ – “but she’s a bit ‘out-there’ and unpredictable, I don’t know how to handle her”.



We headed up to Glastonbury Tor, the huge hill towering over the town. Back in the days where the low lands used to be flooded, it was an island. The 10th century tower of St Michael sits at the summit (some claimed that King Arthur and Guinevere was once buried here) and it’s a windy climb up to the top through random little gems like a Tibetan meditation house and traces of spiritual practices we would never ever know about - could this be the remains of the Glastonbury Thorn that I am Tai-Chi-ing to?

Cheddar Gorge
On Sunday, with the reward of visiting the cheese house and a pub meal in mind, we tackled Cheddar Gorge, which is the largest gorge in the UK. I consider myself pretty fit for my age, though trying to keep up with M-8 who does half marathons and triathlons is a slight challenge. The rock formations and the way it lines the cliffs changes from each different angle and height we reach, and the scenery changes from deep green bushes to open grasslands to hilltop views of Somerset and its water reservoirs. Believe me – IT IS BEAUTIFUL OUT THERE. Having to swarm through the tubes and tiny streets of London from Mondays to Fridays, sometimes the sheer amount of green space and natural heritage England has within the stone throw of big cities really amazes me.

And this is the famous Cheddar Cat

Gold Hill in Shaftsbury
We passed by Shaftsbury on the way back to Salisbury and checked out the gorgeous and well-aged sloping street of Gold Hill over a cup of coffee in the prime seat of the café over looking the slope. We had a lovely chat with a WWII paratrooper (who is ’92 and never been kissed’) and his eccentric family & their old dog.


Old Wardour Castle
The weekend wrapped up nicely with a sunset visit to the hauntingly beautiful Old Wardour Castle (as featured in Robin Hood Prince of Thieves). This is probably my favourite castle in England so far because the setting is really quite tranquil and delicate like a landscaped Edwardian estate, rather than in a bleak and rustic atmosphere that reminds one of warlords and marching horses, yet it retains a medieval appeal with the its strong entrance towers, giant windows and spiral stairs. It has a wonderful festive feel in the sunset against its open lawns, which does somewhat take you back into the days when women pranced around with veils draped on horns on their heads and a heavy chastity belt around their poor little pelvises. Only if I could convince M-8 into wearing tights!!!