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Jim Perrin transported me back 50 years (Country diary, 28 January). After climbing on the easier slabs of Cwm Silyn, two of us were heading for the pub at Rhyd-ddu. Rising toward Bwlch y Moch, the car’s rear window was filled by the huge orange globe of the fast setting sun. It was a fantastic sight. Reaching the crest, I braked without thinking at the sight of the full moon over Snowdon. There were no fairies, but the scene was truly magical as two glorious spheres held us, seemingly suspended in space, on the Bwlch.
Gerry Stewart
Alderton, Gloucestershire
• Susan Tomes asks where the oratory for our traumatised country can be found (Letters, 27 January). I suggest she catches the closing minutes of BBC Two’s Newsnight on 26 January. Jackie Kay’s beautiful and redemptive poem offered radiant hope shining through the acknowledgment of our huge loss – and moved me to tears.
Cathy Johns
London
