So following the advice that farmers often sow seed early in the morning when air temperatures are such that there is often less wind, today we rose at 2.30AM and started our walk up onto Pen Trumau to meet Glyn Watkins who was going to sow grass seed with a traditional seed fiddle.
The idea that we would see the sun rise as we walked to meet him was sadly thwarted by very low cloud that nearly lost one or two of us. However the low cloud offered a magical quality all of its own and it was well captured by those who came to witness this strange event.
We had musician Gill Stevens playing her Crwth, an old Welsh fiddle, improvising with the skylarks, wind and seed flying in the air and finally Glyn Davies and his son came with sheep and dogs to help tread the seed in before wind, rain and birds could take it away.
On Sunday we will offer it some protective wool.