S’mae pawb!
I’m Lorna, few achievements to boast of, born into English family living in Derry, who’d just found temporary rented accommodation in the city despite terrible housing shortages there, eve of 1960. Suddenly, aged 15, I was transposed to Liverpool’s outskirts. All said: you’ll love England (Lake District close, Wales just round the corner) but, sorry, I’ve struggled 43 yrs to learn to love England, aspects of, more especially since bereavement. I live (not sure why) on the outskirts of Brum, at whose uni (inc. year in West Berlin, FU) I did BA French/German.
I am too much online. Irish class, started 2010 locally, dissolved. So: Duolingo Irish - Duo user forum, Facebook - Welsh learners of Irish - SSiW plug - I start Welsh on Duo - Welsh Irish learners (eto) - I give SSiW more attention - fail to join Brum Welsh evening class Jan 2018 - Duo Welsh - SSiW 6mws - Camarthen Party booked - hell, bwtcamp still not filled yet even now with VAT - Lorna takes plunge. Acceleration as in Thelma &Louise.
On SSiW 6mth Slack I sport a pink & blue week number. I’d plumped for Gog (forced to choose). Rushed ahead in Gog, then realised that on the 6mth course it is about mostly 2 challenges weekly. So, mostly, I do 2 challenges of De weekly & slowed down on Gog. I confess I did not realise that this would be De when I booked. No matter.
Ok, so, now I’ll need to be very realistic, accept what’s feasible, do what won’t drag others back. It’s a cultural journey. I am “not from round here” a lot in life, so Tresaith can’t be worse.
I learnt to like then love glimpses of Wales as English-speaking daytripper led by happy ex rugby-playing partner Dennis, born to be a farmworker in Shropshire who’d become a teacher, instead. He saw Welshpool as beater hired by his Welsh gamekeeper uncle; his Tywyns were (both, different years) childhood summer weeks in borrowed caravans with Mum & young brothers, Dad working back on boss’s farm.
I lived with my widowed mother in Church Stretton (my longest continuous association/residence). I did not fit in. Mental health user groups co-operated across the border. Llandrindod Wells’ group was a leader in the 1990s. Dennis showed me/us Wales on occasional daytrips, and once my Mum’s needs were more properly met in a residential home I could show him bits of the Ireland I’d known while we camped and recuperated.
Learning Irish has been a mix of reconnection meeting old unspoken curiosity about what I’d witnessed, and self-extension. Speaking Welsh is good manners (if I am British) & entails exploration of what feels as much an alien culture to me as any other. Bicycle Beano/ Welsh Border Rides (a more respectful sort of tourism than Dennis’s preferred “English tourist daytripping”) gave me happy memories of 1980s Hay on Wye, Black Mountains, Builth (where BB/WBR based).
I sound English, don’t feel it. I expect lots to be challenging, on this bwtcamp but besides staying in my garden with a focus on boring tasks like larchlap fence & lawn maintenance, I’m not sure how else I am going to re-connect with the world offline.