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|Dyma gofnod o'r Tywyddiadur o'r un diwrnod a heddiw (26/7) yn y flwyddyn 1802 yn: Cymbria - Rchard Maybey, Guardian 16 02 2013
|…. The poet Samuel Coleridge, one of the greatest writers on what in his day were called "Meteors", would have relished the bizarre vision of a dissolving tree. On 26 July 1802, when a day of topsy-turvy Cumbrian weather had left the sky dotted with flotillas of motionless clouds, looking, he thought, "like the surface of the moon seen thro' a telescope", he'd had a brainwave. Why didn't he write a set of posters - "Playbills" he called them - "announcing each day the performance by his supreme Majesty's Servants, the Clouds, Waters, Sun, Moon, Stars"?
He never got round to it, but I reckon his scheme might go down well today. The playbills would be rather eye¬catching, stuck on parish noticeboards alongside the programmes of the local dramatic society. "Melting tree on the common!" "Lightning scar on church door!" "Five-foot icicles hanging round the council offices - keep a safe distance”….