Wale(s) watching

Passing through the bottom bit of Snowdonia under a brooding sky. Celtic ancestry suffusing through the veins. Bursting into a chorus of Men of Harlech for no apparent reason. Re-living the Lions tour of '74 and reciting words like "Barry John" and "Gareth Edwards". Attempting to say Llangollen without a full face mask. Yes, I've gone Welsh! I could live here.