Can you lay a big tree down, Rhys?

Yes, an’ it be gently

felled as any Welsh babe

ever laid to cradle.

Can you make it

fall exactly so, Rhys?

Aye. Set your compass to it.

It’ll fall

as
straight
as
any
country

road
there
be
in
Wales.

Then have a go at it, Rhys,

but let me caution you,

trees are as unruly

as your lovely Blodwyn,

or any woman on earth.

Yeah, yeah. I’ll be minding that.