Specially written for the Microphone by John Oswald Francis.
A Welsh Wayside Comedy in One Act.

Mind Picture: Imagine that you are looking at a country road running from left to right before your line of vision. In the background, trees in full summer foliage divide the road from a moor. It is eleven o'clock on a bright moonlight night.
Close to a roadside fire there are two old boxes; on one of these sits Twm Tinker, a vagrant poacher of, perhaps, forty-five On the ground at his feet is a frying-pan containing steak and onions. As he finishes his supper he soliloquizes, and almost immediately Dicky Bach Dwl, another poacher, is heard singing not far away.