In Clynnog there lived a monk of very devout life who wanted more than anything to be taken to heaven. One evening he walked out of the monastery and along the river, sat down under a green tree and fell into a deep reverie, which turned into sleep.
He slept for thousands of years. At last a voice called him: "Sleeper, awake and be up." He woke, and everything around him was strange except the old monastery still standing above the river. He went up to it and the brothers made much of him, though none of them knew him. He asked for a bed to rest in and was given one.
The next morning, when they came to wake him, there was nothing in the bed but a handful of ashes. The place where he had slept was called Llwyn y Nef, the Bush of Heaven, ever after.
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