I have made a heap of all that I have found.
-Nennius, c. 800
So wrote the Welsh monk Nennius when he assembled his Historia Brittonum from the magpie gleanings of his predecessors. And so I do when recounting my time on the Darb, how we unloaded our pack animals and dropped the saddle bags and water skins, fire wood and film gear into heaps at the windward edge of camp, piling up memories to be pulled out later like we did the tea kettle and aseeda pot to lighten our Mazāj, our Mood.