Newborough

The paths should make sense again.

But in Newborough Forest, even daylight doesn't always make things easier to understand.

In this next account, Jonathan sees a girl sitting calmly beside the path.

And within seconds, she's gone.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I'd approached her and spoken.

And sometimes, in quieter moments, I wonder whether she had ever been really waiting for me at all.

And that is where we leave Newborough Forest.

At least for now.

These aren't tales passed down through rumor or anonymous stories found online.

They're presented as Jonathan's own experiences from Newborough Forest, Newborough Beach, and Llanddwyn Island on Anglesey, North Wales, a landscape he came to know through years spent there, often alone, often after dark, and often in conditions most people would never willingly step into.

Jonathan's background is in security operations, military life, private contracting, consultancy, and training.

But for these stories, perhaps the most important detail is the role that placed him in this landscape again and again, his time as warden for Newborough and Llanddwyn.

And Newborough is no ordinary setting.

This is a place where history is quite literally buried beneath the sand.

Centuries ago, violent storms drove huge quantities of sand inland, covering parts of the surrounding landscape, including Llys Rhosyr, the royal court associated with the Princes of Gwynedd.

So if these stories stay with you, and I suspect they will, please do search for the book and support Jonathan's work.

Where are we? In the main street there of, uh, Moe?

Yeah, just on the, the street between Moe and, and Newborough.

Um, yeah, so main road.

Yeah.