I Am Welsh
About living in England, but going home for a spell. (No, I'm not a fairy! Everyone knows that spell has more than one meaning)
I never properly learned Welsh. I can read it, which is something, and it's got enough Latin influence in common with English and several European languages to be able to get the gist... but... when I agreed to pick up my sister, stranded in a well known Bridgend cafe, I thought it would be easy. Even though the roads have changed, its well signposted - ive passed by hundreds of times, and seen the signs.
I got lost. Nothing new, for me. I'd followed signs for Bridgend, then found signs for various places, none of which were Bridgend. I'd got myself into a right paddy, stopped, called my sister (thank goodness for mobile phones!) and she, pityingly said, "Translate Pen-y-Bont." Doh!
I never properly learned Welsh. I can read it, which is something, and it's got enough Latin influence in common with English and several European languages to be able to get the gist... but... when I agreed to pick up my sister, stranded in a well known Bridgend cafe, I thought it would be easy. Even though the roads have changed, its well signposted - ive passed by hundreds of times, and seen the signs.
I got lost. Nothing new, for me. I'd followed signs for Bridgend, then found signs for various places, none of which were Bridgend. I'd got myself into a right paddy, stopped, called my sister (thank goodness for mobile phones!) and she, pityingly said, "Translate Pen-y-Bont." Doh!
