On this place you can see glorious views of the Borth coastline, over to Ynyslas and Borth bog (Cors Fochno) and across the estuary to Aberdovey, and on a clear day you can see the coastline of North West Wales and mountains of Snowdonia! You will be looking out over the lost legendry sunken kingdom of Cantre’r Gwaelod!
BUT….there is another legend here, almost forgotten. In a time long ago there were six brave warriors; all looked splendid in their fine suits of bronze coloured armour.
They were the personal guard of Queenie Clarach, and protected her at all time. However she was very mean to them and never gave them a day off, not even to remove their armour and sunbathe for an hour or two or too take a donkey ride across the Borth seafront, or to go to Aberystwyth November fair! It was a hard life to guard Queenie Clarach, but they were loyal and did their best.
Spending all their time together the six warriors would often whistle a tune, at first six different tunes all at the same time, but oh! It was like six cats getting their tails caught in the castle door. Gradually they learned harmonies and it sounded quite good. Then they progressed to a bit of singing, and goodness they were getting like a little choir.
Well Queenie didn’t really need much guarding as she stayed in most days and counted her money, and would only go out to terrorise the locals, (usually by chasing them dressed up as a huge billy goat, which she pretended could talk and said his name was Bernard! I don’t know any more than that so please don’t ask) they had plenty of rehearsal time.
The Warriors longed to perform a concert, it became their passion, they learned to make music in simple ways, like using spoons and sticks to to beat their armour like timpany, one carried a small flute of gnome bone (it was a gift from his Irish friend Barrie, who was a Gnome and had donated his grandfathers tibia, sweet! : ) another also learned to tap dance, they were quite a troop and simply bursting to perform.
The air around what is now Clarach road and Borth was filled with metallic F sharps, and B minors, and lots of melodic warbling. (They actually though of calling themselves the Warbling Warriors, but apparently the was already such a group in Swansea) They wrote many a lyric, with nice lines like ‘It’s been a hard day’s night and I’ve been working like a dog’ or relating to times before Queenie Clarach was around ‘ Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away’ but they guessed these would never catch on, and threw the lyrics in a bottle into the Borth sea( the bottle took many hundreds of years before it was found in Liverpool, I don’t know what happened next!)
They could wait no more, the day of Clarach and Borth Carnival and Pageant arrived, a coulourful affair as always, they were to provide the guard for the Queenie on one of rare official days out, they would march with the pageant, from Clarach to Borth and then as they marched down into Borth where you can see the stunning views over the bay, one of the warriors stopped and turned to the others and said….right guy’s. A one, a two, a one two three four, HIT IT! And the Warriors all burst in to song, and began banging each other with spoons, and playing a flute, and singing harmonies for all they were worth.
Soon everyone was cheering and dancing jigs.,,,Except Queenie, she was furious, mad, almost frothing at the mouth, she called her magician, and whispered to him, he had no choice and with a wave his magic stick, and a spell there was a flash of light and the warriors were gone…! Well, not quite, they were turned into six small squares of bronze metal embedded in the road……..where they remain for all time. If you go to this cache you can see them there now. But listen carefully and they just might sing a muffled song to you.