Of Man & Beast...

The welsh are a very proud people, after all, they were the only Celtic speaking nation within the British isles that held on to their native tongue. It is a fascinating language that somehow reflects the landscape in which it’s spoken. Rough hued mountains and smooth silky sands, with the ferocity of a gale force wind singing its way down the valley and out to sea… I’ll often sit at home watching a Welsh international rugby game on welsh television and listen to the entire match in Welsh. I’ve never been much of a linguistic but it’s a sound I’m so familiar with that living here without it would be like sitting on a beach without the sound of waves breaking or of rain falling.
For me, they are the most unassuming, laid-back nation of people I have yet to meet, friendly and generous to a fault. They have a great respect for their heritage and retain their links with the past with all sorts of events and festivals scattered around the island that reflect this connection. One of our favourite events is the horse drawn ploughing competitions where these wondrous & powerful animals, with plough all harnessed, are guided to till the ground in perfect straight lines. Man, beast and earth all working in harmony together.
It may no longer be a method that could feed a nation, but its connection to the islands past should never be forgotten…