What does one make of Barry? A town wherein to tarry? The island walk’s quite pleasant, points out to sea as crescent of houses, beach and fairground, two spits of trees and bare ground, An island reached by causeway with […]
Angle lies in a shallow valley, on the tip of the Pembroke peninsula, and is practically surrounded by the sea, the Milford Haven waterway to the north and the Atlantic to the south. You can’t go on: the next stop […]
As we are swept into February – the most sensible mode of transport being a coracle based on recent downfalls in west Wales – we emerge dragon hearted and hopeful that Welsh rugby might pull something out of the bag […]
Edward of Caernarfon. He was thus known, even when he became King Edward II. He’d been born in Caernarfon you see and was the first heir-apparent to the English throne to be styled ‘Prince of Wales’. It’s a contentious title […]
“If only these walls could talk” is a phrase commonly uttered by those who visit old buildings such as stately homes and castles, heads tilted back and eyes agog, taking in every small historical detail and turning them into make-believe […]
January and February have their share of dull days, but for me the gems are those bright, frosty, blue sky days that come along to break up the grey and lift the spirits. Those are the days that I rearrange […]
The last time I checked, it was indeed, still January. The seemingly endless, dank, dour month, when we are encouraged to embrace all those new years resolutions that seemed such a good idea before the clock struck twelve. Meditate at […]
He was as Welsh as they come yet born in Manchester. That’s just the first oddity in the life of David Lloyd George, the only Welsh Prime Minister of the UK and our only PM to speak Welsh as a […]
“W-w-wow!” A gasp burst from between my daughter’s lips. “Wow!” That gentle, whispered exclamation again as her head swivelled from side to side, tipped backward to look up and then down, as though attached only by a loose spring. […]
Come, children, gather round my knee; Something is about to be. Tonight’s December thirty-first, Something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall. Hark! It’s midnight, children dear. Duck! Here […]
Outside the castle in the heart of the lovely town of Kidwelly, you will find a fine Celtic memorial, unveiled by Gwynfor Evans in 1991. It stands there defiantly, as if confronting the bulk of the Norman castle before it. […]
Oh, the rain! The rain! The rain it poureth, and the gloom of the city see how it soareth! Silent voices of the windscreen wipers, in the swish of their blades, are like droning pipers, while afloat on downpour, on […]