Today our friend Ceridwen came-a-calling at Ty Isaf bearing a small, intriguing package…
wrapped in Welsh cloth… a fragment left over from a jacket she had made twenty years ago… and tied with some threads of dark brown Welsh wool.
Something emerges from the fine stripes…
… red, beautifully wrought from wood, and articulated in the manner of my blue dragon maquette.
(Jack comes to see what’s going on.)
The dragon now stands handsomely on the mantelpiece, mirrored by a charioteer from the ceramic artist Adam Dworski, and book-ended by my mother’s Staffordshire King Charles spaniels.
This lovely toy is from Ceridwen’s family, and she believes it to be over a hundred years old. I’m staggered to be given such a treasure, and feel greatly honoured. Ceridwen has promised to write down the history of the little dragon for me, and when I have that I shall put it here to go with the images. He is incredibly delicately made, the fine markings on him almost calligraphic and the whole so fine and fragile it’s a miracle the little chap has survived so long. Even his tiny ears can be moved.
Thank you Ceridwen Lloyd Morgan for this splendid Welsh beast. I’m beside myself with pleasure.