Where Hokusai meets Cader Idris

Julie Brominicks I’m in Tywyn, where the parched marsh is scratchy with heat. A warm breeze rustles the phragmites, Cader Idris hoves into view and now a cormorant flies across Afon Dysynni, like a Japanese print come to life. Cheap as noodles back in the Edo Period, woodblock prints were sold in bookshops throughout Japan.…