I have been raising my eyes towards Moelyci for most of my life. (...)
By the end of the 1970s Siân and I and our first little baby were living in our Council house in Maesgeirchen. Late at night we would sit at the bottom of our stairs with the front door open and a blanket around our shoulders, talking quietly and gazing towards Moelyci and Moel Rhiwen and their dark slopes against the blue night. Rhiwlas and the slopes were calling to us.
The 80s and 90s : On the slopes of Moelyci our three children learnt to walk. And on the slopes of Moelyci, as Siân had requested, we scattered her ashes. And that's where her spirit is now, a gentle breeze in the heather and bracken, over the stones and tiny streams, moving along the paths in every season.〔From the album's sleeve notes〕