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The Welsh Not- An Attack On Wales’ Language
Most people that read this blog know that I’m from the UK. They consider me British. And I guess, technically speaking, I am. That isn’t how I think of myself, though… not really. I am British, but I’m more than that. I am Welsh. This is something altogether different.
Being Welsh isn’t just a word. It isn’t about wearing daffodils on the first of March. It is a culture; a history. There are things that generations of people, growing up in Wales, know about, that others would think are crazy…
- Like spending the day at an Eisteddfod.
- Learning dawnsio gwerin.
- Being given a Geiriadur Mawr when you start comp.
- Singing from Cenwch I’r Arglwydd.
- Going away to Llangranog for a full week.
If you know what I’m talking about, you’re Welsh..
But if you don’t, please scroll down. you’ll find a translation/explanation at the bottom of the post.
OUR LIFEBLOOD
Seriously, though… being Welsh is more than a word, or a feeling, and the main thing that runs through all of this, is our Iaith (our language). It runs in the blood of every Welsh person, and anyone that tells you any…
