Yesterday was St David's Day. This time last year, I was a bit stunned to discover quite how seriously this is taken in Wales. Luckily, Woolworths came to the rescue (another reason to lament their passing). But I was a bit slow to take pictures of the girls in their outfits so here they are this morning, on their way to school, to join the many other children dressed up like this. A slightly surreal but truly delightful sight is a playground celebrating St David's Day.
And all morning they will be having their Eisteddfod, singing and reciting in Welsh. I've been interested to read Preseli Mags post on her blog Life in the Preseli Hills, on the complications of living in a bilingual world in Wales, with children at Welsh school. Here in the south-east of Wales, very few people speak Welsh and there are lots of English living here, which means we don't face similar issues. And in fact most of the Eisteddfod is opaque to the children and the adults. But I'm glad they celebrate the place and culture that they live in, even if much of it remains quite obscure to them, and certainly me.