We are two sisters – Angharad and Teleri – who were lucky to grow up in this special place. This photo was taken a lifetime ago and while we've grown up in many ways, some things never change.
Our father – an Anglesey man – moved to this house forty years ago. As a family, we've marked umpteen Christmases, two weddings and endless lazy weekends here. We know it's a place filled with stories.
And while many of those stories are ours, there are plenty that have gone before and more to come. That's the reason for the name: 'cynefin'.
The word ‘cynefin’ is a Welsh noun with no direct equivalent in English. Its origins lie in farming used to describe the habitual tracks trodden by animals. The word has since changed and deepened into a personal sense of place and belonging.
The artist Kyffin Williams describes it as ‘that relationship: the place of your birth and of your upbringing, the environment in which you live and to which you are naturally acclimatised.’ It explains the invisible connection we all have to the places in which we grow.
Having lived here for decades, we know our footprints on the land aren’t so different to those of the sheep in the farmland that surrounds us.
We are proud of our Welshness. Around the house you will find many objects that celebrate this heritage: paintings of North Wales mountain ranges, books, old maps, textiles by Melin Tregwynt, curtains designed by local textile artist Cefyn Burgess, and – of course – traditional furniture including a Welsh dresser and two stick chairs.
Small reminders, worn lightly, of where you are.