Remember Cwmcerwyn

Mist on the mountains made for a cold damp trudge around the crags but as we drove home the sun finally emerged and the landscape glowed. The sparsely populated Preseli hills remain a remote and rural territory of upland farms and valley hamlets.
Stopping on a bridge to admire the foaming water beneath I spotted a human form atop a boulder, a kind of scarecrow strumming a lute ukelele. (Scarecrow competitions are a thing in this area.) 
I clambered over a gate to get a closer view and saw beyond the top of a familiar white-on-red slogan.
I've blipped about COFIWCH DRYWERYN  before but when I hoisted myself up to see I was thrilled to find that the words were COFIWCH GWMCERWYN.  This  slogan recalls a more local, but not dissimilar, battle to save another portion of Welsh land from exploitation by outsiders. Unlike the campaign to save doomed Tryweryn, this was a fight that was won. 
After World War 2 the Westminster government announced a plan to make the entire Preselau hill country  into a military training ground, evicting 200 farmers in the process. 
Well, the local folk here are as hefted to the land as are their sheep, and the scattered community united to meet the challenge. Ministers, schoolteachers,  farmers, bards, distant sons and daughters of the terrain all weighed in to protect the hills and to preserve the sanctity of this  prehistoric landscape - language and culture too. And they won! The scheme was abandoned. Maybe it would never come to be anyway but the outcome was a triumph  not to be forgotten.

Foel Cwmcerwyn is the highest point, in the Preselau, a modest summit (536m. 1759ft) but  this was never a modest victory. 
 Cofiwch Gwmcerwyn, Remember Cwmcerwyn!


(Extra. The slogan and the lute player closer up)