Welsh Rarebit

First of all - welcome to all those migrating from my previous blog space on eponym.com. Why move? They want more advertising - I don't, 'tis that simple. Anyway - Hi! to old and new alike.

So to the point - if there is one. Previous entries (capsacin.eponym.com if you must) have been poking holes in the common view, picking at the collective scab if you like. However, I've been on holiday for the last week, so here's a quick sketch of a week in Snowdonia, Wales.

Clouds, low clouds, rain, wet grass, wetter trousers, hill walking in the gloom, aching legs, boggy ground, heather clad hillsides, clouds, more clouds, some rain, camping shops, Pete's Eats, flat beer, Canarfon Castle, Menai Bridge, Anglesey, low flying jets, more low flying jets, irate drivers, slow drivers, pigs, sheep, more sheep, shorn sheep, unshorn sheep, bleating sheep, cows, clouds. Oh there was some superb scenery, when you could see it as well.

The Welsh are a friendly bunch, provided you aren't speaking English as you walk into a pub, then they all switch to Welsh to make you feel at home. However, or should that be ,hwefer, they are a genuinely kindly bunch who will take the time to tell you where to go, should you need telling.

One other feature of Welsh worth noting is the general lack of what we English, and other common western countries would call vowels (excluding Poles & Czechs - because their alphabet is similarly challenged). So we have places like Pwllheli which is not pronounced 'pwellheli' but more 'poohkheli'. And, only the Welsh could possibly have invented Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, look only 12 vowels!

And there we have it - a week in Wales. We had fun and enjoyed ourselves, that's the main thing!