Rhys Owain Williams says of his A470 poem, A Mountain We Climb:

Inspired by the regular journeys my mother and I made to visit my auntie in Llandudno when I was very young, often accompanied by my grandparents. Travelling from our home in Swansea, we would join the A470 at Builth Wells and then follow the road all the way north to the point where it ends on Llandudno’s seafront. Towards the end of the long journey we’d pass the tiny village of Melin-y-Coed, where my grandfather was born and raised until his family moved down to Swansea in the 1920s. Seven decades later, the A470 provided a link between my auntie (who had moved to work in north Wales) and the rest of us in the south, but the journey also represented a return to the past for my grandfather, and an opportunity for me to learn about the world he occupied long before I was born.

Rhys Owain Williams and his grandfather outside Cyffdy Hall lodge house in Melin-y-Coed, early 1990s