THE OLD WELSH proverb, “Let him who would be a leader, be a bridge” (A fo ben, bid bont) is a fitting tribute to Harri Pritchard Jones, who was himself a bridge that spanned many troubled waters.He was born in Dudley, in the Midlands, but was brought up in Anglesey. In his last novel, Darnau’n disgyn i’w lle (“Pieces falling into place”), he gives an autobiographical account of the tension between father and son. His father wished him to study medicine: Harri longed for a career in the literary world. His father’s wishes prevailed, and Pritchard Jones reluctantly studied medicine in Trinity College, Dublin. He later specialised in psychiatry, but was able to bridge his work in the NHS with a deep and impressive contribution to the literary life of