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My husband had said that we didn’t have to worry about getting lost, they speak English, just ask.  Well, it wasn’t he who was going to have to get his tongue wrapped around Llandovery, Aberystwyth, or Penycwm[1].   Or P·w·l·l·g·w·a·e·l·o·d for heaven’s sake.  Happily our destination and residence for a week was the easily pronounced St-Davids.  As for the rest of it, we can’t really tell you where we’ve been because we can’t pronounce it.

We had spent our first night on the road in Llandovery, ‘the church amidst the waters’, at the edge Continue reading “It’s OK, They Speak English”