
Welsh natives: the sheep do outnumber the humans here by quite some measure
Today finds me still in Wales, land of castles, sheep, occasionally dodgy internet connections (hence the spud-sunday-on-a-monday-again, oops!) and of long and hard-to-pronounce place names, like this one:

This translates as (deep breath now):
'the church of Mary in the hollow of the white hazel near the fierce whirlpool and the church of Tysilio by the red cave'
...or words to that effect
The Welsh word for potato – tatw (pronounced ta-tu) – is, luckily for me, much less of a mouthful. I learned that and a lot more whilst eating my way around picturesque North Wales these past few days and attending their True Taste national food awards. However, as I’m still (literally) digesting it all, I shall have to return at a later date to fill you in proper-like.
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