Welsh Encounters of the Surprising Kind

Well there I was, minding my own business, on my way to my semi-regular German conversation group, listening to SSiW (like you do - Cwrs un newydd gog). I’d taken a slight detour from my usual; route, and found myself passing the end of a rear access road, and planted at the bottom of someone’s garden was a massive flag Cymraeg flying proudly in the wind. I went up closer, but there was no one in sight to ask, and I didn’t really have any business being there, so I made myself scarce. Unfortunately, because of the way the buildings are laid out, I could not positively identify the front of the house - there were no obvious clues (such as another flag in the front garden!).

Had there been, since I’m still gung-ho from Tresaith, I might have plucked up the courage to knock. :slight_smile:

So if there is anyone on the forum who lives in Summertown, Oxford, and has a draig goch planted in their back garden, please give me a shout and maybe we can have a siarad wyneb i wyneb some time. :slight_smile:

A few years ago I was driving down a street near me and saw a Welsh flag flying outside a house. I didn’t have time to stop, and when I went down the same road a few days later, the flag was gone, and I hadn’t made a mental note of which house had flown it. :frowning: Hope you have better luck than I did!

@Diane: Yes, I assume these flags are flying for a reason! :slight_smile:

('course, they might just be rugby supporters … any special rugby on at the moment…?)

Mike, Diane, you have reminded me to ask the chap down the road why he flies the Welsh Flag from his garden on an enormous flag pole.

:slight_smile:

On my way home from Paignton station a couple of weeks back I spotted one of the houses I walk past is called Cartref. I have been umming and aahing over whether to pop a note through the door.

My in-laws used to call their house “Dyma ni”, and in their case, a friendly knock at the door, and a “bore da” would definitely have ensured a paned and a siared, in enthusiastic, if possibly not quite perfect Cymraeg. :slight_smile:
(And they were as “English” as I am, BTW :-)).

Funny how emboldening the prospect of speaking Welsh is!

Start a conversation with a total stranger? …no, no, I couldn’t, I don’t have the confidence.
Start a conversation with a stranger who might speak Welsh? PUT THE KETTLE ON, I HAVE BISCUITS.

:smiley:

Amy: Funny how emboldening the prospect of speaking Welsh is!

I totally agree with you Amy! I launch myself into conversations with Welsh-speaking strangers that I never would have had the confidence to do in English. I think it’s got something to do with the saying: ‘ignorance is bliss’! :slight_smile:

Mike: My in-laws used to call their house “Dyma ni”

What a cool name for a house! :slight_smile:

Amy J:
Start a conversation with a total stranger? …no, no, I couldn’t, I don’t have the confidence.
Start a conversation with a stranger who might speak Welsh? PUT THE KETTLE ON, I HAVE BISCUITS.

I love this. Words to live by. :slight_smile: