5. Richard ap Meurig was now once again admiring the magnificent setting of Wild Bay in the awe-inspiring wilderness of Labrador, Newfoundland, Canada

at the invitation of Jessica Ermgratt Shepherd, Town Mayor. He felt the shiny, smooth, cold to the touch, blue granite tombstone cut from The Preselli Hills in West Wales and knew it had played its own compelling role in bringing him back out from his home in Bryntoch, South Wales. He had left behind his beloved Black Mountain, his wife and family of three sons, one daughter and his favourite hunting rifle with which he had killed many lion, water buffalo and elephant far-away on the huge African plains. A carefully oiled, well-cared-for gun proudly displayed alongside his other trophies above the curved mirror over the fireplace. Its killing range was one mile and he could still hit three coins before they hit the ground from 50 metres away. He was an extraordinary marksman who still retained his 20:20 vision at 51 years of age. But on this occasion he was only really intent on finding out the answer to a few questions. That’s why on 17 July 2002 he was once more standing in front of that eerie, deathly puzzle to a fellow Welshman and his infant daughter.
Then, as he leant over the white wooden railing to read its inscription he noticed a broken, smaller, piece of concrete headstone leaning up against its side. He stretched out and turned it over for a closer look. It too had an inscription that became visible as Richard rubbed away the grime of the years with his right hand:
JAMES JONES JEFFREY
SON OF MR. AND MRS. J. O. JERRREY
LABRADOR LODGE
BLACKDOWN
WALES
BORN JULY 29th 1912
HAVING SAVED HIS WIFE HE DIED IN THE FLAMES IN A VAIN ATTEMPT TO SAVE HIS BABY DAUGHTER EMILY AGED 18 MONTHS.
GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THAN THIS.