Iva has a passion for her local natural environment and is a member of Compassion in World Farming. She lives in Mid Wales with her partner in life and a small menagerie.

By relating to a fabled past, Pwllperran Farm explores the decline in traditional farming culture and, as nature encroaches, the inheritance of a slowly altering landscape.'

Contact Iva Harries through Ben Bruges

Travel this ancient path beneath lichen.
Worn rock and turf tell of this bow above
where a boy once swung in sun and smiles.

Further on, in a clearing above a gorge,
reticent walls of hand hewn stone
draw around a keen sycamore.

We meet at this Eastern hearth, exposed
by daylight, where fire once warmed
newborn lambs and a family name.

Names were altered, time again
by a Clergy mouth at a blissful wedding,
or scribed by a mason in high Chapel lands.

Summers were heaven, winters were hell
and the oak fed the flames.
Stand within these reclaimed walls.

Brook roars as it tightens to cliffs and dying elms
where a boy once slipped on ice and drowned.
Leave a foot print in the moss, if you will.

Iva Harries © 2002