Yng ngweledigaeth seicedelig Jeff y gath, mae’r enwog Julian Cope yn ei harwain ar daith gyn-hanesyddol drwy Sir Benfro.
Mae’n amlwg bod gan yr arch-drŵd damcaniaethau.
Wrth iddyn nhw gyrraedd Pentre Ifan, y gromlech fwyaf yng Nghymru, mae’r enwog Julian Cope yn dechrau gosod ei syniadau allan.
– ‘Set ti’n gallu gweld y Preselau, mae e’n dweud, yn chwifio braich yng nghyfeiriad cyffredinol niwl a glaw, – byddet ti’n sylweddoli taw antena yw’r gromlech.
(Nodyn archaeolegol: yng ngweledigaeth Jeff, nid yw’r garnedd wreiddiol o’i hamgylch.)
– I beth mae’n dda? gofyn Jeff y gath, ei llygaid soserol yn gwylio llwyni’n toddi’n lliwgar yn y niwl.
– Mae hi’n derbyn negeseuon oddi wrth y llong ofod massive ar ben y mynydd.
– Dyw hi ddim, meddai Jeff y gath.
Mae’r enwog Julian Cope yn oedi.
– Na, chwarae teg, dyw hi ddim, meddai’r arch-drŵd. – Ond do’n i ddim isie siarad am gladdu’r meirw rhag ofn i ti gael trip wael.
Yn sydyn, fe ddaw’r haul a chlirio’r niwl.
Mae llong ofod anferth ar ben y mynydd.
– Am annisgwyl, meddai Julian Cope.
Saesneg / English
Pentre Ifan
In Jeff the cat’s psychedelic vision, the famous Julian Cope is leading her on a prehistoric journey through Pembrokeshire.
It’s clear that the arch-drude has theories.
As they arrive at Pentre Ifan, the largest cromlech in Wales, the famous Julian Cope begins to expound his ideas.
– If you could see the Preselis, he says, waving an arm in the general direction of fog and rain, – you would realize that the cromlech is an antenna.
(Archaeological note: in Jeff’s vision, the original cairn is not around it.)
– What is it for? asks Jeff the cat, her saucer eyes watching bushes melting colourfully in the fog.
– It receives messages from the massive spaceship on top of the mountain.
– It doesn’t, says Jeff the cat.
The famous Julian Cope hesitates.
– No, fair play, it doesn’t, says the arch-drude. – But I didn’t want to talk about burying the dead in case you had a bad trip.
Suddenly, the sun comes out and clears the fog.
There is a giant spaceship on top of the mountain.
– How unexpected, says Julian Cope.
