Meet Lleucu Leafblade – a green warrior! She loves the Earth and spins with purpose, saving the planet one turn at a time.
"And you may be thinking... hang on – isn’t that only thirteen?"
Well spotted!
That’s because someone needs to keep this motley crew in check, and that someone is me — Awelona.
Now, let me introduce you to my wonderful wind-whirling friends
Meet Ysbryd – the mischievous one. Disappears on misty mornings, but somehow always knows when the wind will return.
Meet Windy Wyn – loyal, dependable, and the best listener on the hill.
Meet Eira Electra – a chilly chatterbox who loves pranks and giggles. You’ll never be bored when she’s around!
Meet Ynyra – the artist of the sky. Thoughtful, creative, and happiest when the wind is gentle and slow.
Meet Neli-Nacelle – clever as a fox! If something’s broken, she’s already fixing it.
Meet Heulwen – our little ray of sunshine. Her laughter is as warm as the summer sun.
Meet Wlânwen – the fluffiest of us all! The sheep love him, and he knows more Welsh legends than a library!
Meet Tarian-Turna – strong, steady, and always ready. When a storm comes, she’s the one we turn to.
Meet Wenna-Whirl – graceful and kind, she spreads calm like a soft breeze after a blustery day.
Meet Cawra – our big, gentle giant. He’s as tall as a castle and twice as clumsy, but he’s got a heart full of warmth.
Meet Rhiwyn – oh, he’s the spinner of the group. Fast, flashy, and always bragging that he’s the best on the hill!
Meet Idloes – she sings lullabies into the breeze. Her blades hum like a harp when the wind is just right.
MEET CRIW TWYN HYWEL
Croeso, dear friend! That’s welcome in Welsh – and I’m so glad you’re here. Let me spin you a tale, straight from the blustery hilltops of Twyn Hywel. You see, on this windy little hillside live 14 special turbines – and not just any turbines. These are my friends – my Twyn Hywel Criw/crew!
We keep the lights on, the kettles boiling, and the smiles shining in the villages below.
But don’t go thinking we’re just tall and spinny. Oh no! Each one of us has a personality as bright and breezy as a summer gust, and a job that’s more important than you might think.
And me? I’m Awelona, your storyteller for today. My name comes from awel, the Welsh word for breeze – and I do love a good breeze. I also love rhymes, riddles, and stories, especially ones with laughter, mystery, and a sprinkle of sheep!
Are you sitting comfortably? Great well let me tell you our story ...
Now, one fine morning, when the sheep were snoozing and the sun was just yawning over the hills, something strange happened…
The wind stopped.
Not a puff. Not a whisper. Not even a tickle.
And so begins our story — of friendship, teamwork, and the power of spinning ideas together. Ready to join us?
Then hold on to your hat, and let’s catch the breeze… if we can!
The Day the Wind Went Missing
It was a peaceful morning on Twyn Hywel. The sky was soft and blue, the grass gently swayed…
...but something felt different.
Something was... missing.
Not a breeze blew.
Not a leaf fluttered.
Not even Eira Electra’s blades spun.
And if Eira isn’t spinning, you know something’s wrong.
“Where’s the wind?” whispered Ynyra, looking up.
Rhiwyn gave his blades a wiggle.
“They must be asleep,” he grumbled. “I hope it comes back as I wanted to beat yesterday’s blade turning high score and I can’t do that without the wind!”
Neli-Nacelle climbed to the top of her tower and checked all the dials.
“Everything’s working... but there’s no power without the wind.”
Windy Wyn frowned. “We’ve never had a still day like this before.”
That’s when I spoke up.
Yes, me – Awelona – the storyteller, the breeze-seeker, the keeper of the tales.
“This isn’t just a still day,” I said. “This is a mystery.”
The turbines turned (well… they tried to) and looked at each other.
A mystery?
With no wind, no power, and no time to waste...
They would need to work together like never before.
So off they whirled, blades ready and minds full of ideas — but the mystery of the missing wind was only the beginning…
TO BE CONTINUED ...