Not so croeso y Cymru
Some of Mrs H’s ancestors were from Wales, so a family holiday in Anglesey was in order. We joined her cousins in their holiday cottage in a pretty north coast village.
Having unpacked, one of the other husbands and I escaped for a pint. As we walked in the barman and a customer were speaking English. Seeing us, they changed to Welsh. Nice, but typical around there.
I strode up, requesting politely “Dau gwrw os gwelwch yn dda” (two beers please).
“Piss off!” snarled the barman.
“OK, Taffy, if that’s the case, it’ll have to be two ciders.” I replied.
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
There might have been 'a welcome in the hillsides', but there certainly wasn't at the seaside.
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Christopher about 6 years ago
Good on you, Mrs. H! I'm told I have a fair amount of Welsh heritage myself, but I'd never be able to decipher that language. I just always liked to claim that side of my heritage because Tom Jones is from there and I always thought he was cool.
