Revisiting the Mari Lwyd
When the material world is behaving so badly, I look to the myths and supernatural for a reality check. Looking at western politics that are running wild at the moment, I wonder if it is driven by an unexamined idea of life and death. Eat, drink, consume, repeat - bunker mentality.
When dead horses come calling (to wish you good luck).
Time’s great gates fly open and the dead horses of the Y Fari Lwyd gallop out of their mysterious past and into the present streets of Chepstow, where they collide with a glorious medley of Morris Men and Wassailers.