A Pathfinding story written and narrated by folklorist Tamzin Powell.   Part of the Borderlands project by Gagglebabble - written in response to a walk along the River Wye from Penallt.
Old Luke Page - Dennis Manning
Margaret Eyre  - Lucy Rivers
Sound Design - Dan Lawrence

Cunning Folk Voices In the Borders

Written by Lucy Rivers as part of the Borderlands project. 
Voice/fiddle/guitar -  Lucy Rivers
Mandolin - Robin Jones
Drums - Mark O'Connor
Recorded and mixed - Hywel Wigley

In The Valley

Written and performed by Olivia Preye as part of the Borderlands Project.

Lyrics;
(starts with the song being sung backwards)

Light the fire
We are coming
Light the fire
We are coming
Red kite circling
Says ‘you are welcome
Now remove your shoes’

Feel the wet grass
Tickle your souls
Feel the wet grass 
Tickle your souls
Never mind the thorns
Or losing the path
Feel the wet grass

You know the upward sky
And below the river flow
The sun will appear at the right moment
Now fully submerge let water overwhelm
Let senses burst
Feel alive and numb

Then comes the tingle of awakening
As flames begin begin begin to lick
Then comes the tingle of awakening
As flames begin begin begin to lick
We are here 
We are here
We are here

We Are Here

Written and performed by Emma Daman Thomas as part of the Borderlands project.

Lyrics;
Stand stable here
Braced against the wind
Stand stable here
Like you belong

Stand stand stable
Stand Stand

A solitary oak clings on
Holding miniature replicas
Of the Leaves down below
Down below, down below

Sink your feet into the boggy squelch in the hidden dips
Spring on moss alongside the sheep track
The kites rule the sky
The Kites rule the sky

It's the hardest it's been for centuries

Stand Stable

Written and performed by Remy Beasley as part of the Borderlands project.  
Sound Design by Dan Lawrence and Music by Lucy Rivers

You Can't Fish A Flood Tide

Written by Robin Jones - part of the Borderlands waking project.
Robin Jones - mandolin, voice, bouzouki 
Tomos Williams - Guitar, percussion
Lucy Rivers - Fiddle

Lyrics;
Eliseg, dyma'r lle?
Anghofiedig - gwael yw'r gwedd
Mae'r nos yn disgyn hyd y glyn
A nawr mae angen arwyr yn fan hyn

[Eliseg - is this the place?
Forgotten - in bad shape 
Night is falling over the valley 
And now we need heroes here]

Eliseg, gwag dy sedd
Darfu'r arian a darfu'r medd
Ond pan fu fleiddiaid ar bob bryn
Ti oedd bugail y bobl hyn

[Eliseg, your seat is empty 
The money's gone, the mead's gone 
But when there were wolves on every hill
You were the shepherd of these people]


Dan ni di weld pob lliw a llun 
Yn y llefydd sydd ar y ffin 
Ond yn y pridd tu hwnt i'n tre
Mae 'na ddyn yn troi mewn bedd
Eliseg cwsg mewn hedd

[We've seen all sorts of things 
In the places along the border 
But in the soil beyond our town
There's a man turning in his grave
Eliseg - rest in peace]

Gwael yw'r gwedd

[You're in bad shape]

Dysgwn am derfysg - dysgwn am frad
Yr un hen benillion yng nghan ein gwlad
ac arweinyddion mawr eu bri
Ond ni chawn ni ddim o dy hanes di 

[We learn about the riots, we learn about the betrayal,
The same old verses in the song of our country,
And glorious leaders,
But we don't get any of your history]

Eliseg

Poem by Chris Kinsey inspired by a walk from Old Church Stoke to Mitchell's Fold Stone Circle.  As part of the Borderlands project.

On The Old Road by Chris Kinsey

We are a theatre company based in Cardiff.  We fuse Live music and theatre and sometimes stray to other mediums.  We tell epic stories of myth and misadventure.