The Cult
A realm receives no altars, and Annwn's 'cult' must be sought in the practices its stories imply. The honest summary is that none is attested: no sanctuary of Annwn is named, no feast-day marked. What the texts give is a geography of approach — the ford at Glyn Cuch where the two worlds touch, the hunt that crosses at will, the hill of Glastonbury Tor where Gwyn ap Nudd held his court under the saint's tower in Buchedd Collen. Around that geography Welsh folklore accreted rites much later: the Cŵn Annwn crying through the night sky, the household cautions against offending the fair folk whose country adjoins the farm — material collected by nineteenth-century antiquarians, not medieval worship. The nearest thing to a cult-figure is Gwyn himself, whom God set over the demons of Annwn 'lest this world be destroyed' — a warden-function the medieval texts assign him with near-priestly grammar. Modern Druidry's engagement with Annwn is a self-declared revival, built from the Mabinogion outward.


