Writers are known for their curiosity. Not being a Welsh speaker, I've never been to an Eisteddfod. But now the National Eisteddfod has come to me. It's happening, all this week, in the Vale of Glamorgan. I can get there on the train, so today I'm planning to give it a whirl. I think it may have been pictures of the marquees that did it. How can a romantic novelist resist a tent the colour of a raspberry sorbet?
That's why the short post. If I make it, I'll be reporting in full, later.
Enjoy the day, Evonne! I went when it was up north near me. There was a double-decker bus of bards in robes, which was a tad surreal. It was fun!
ReplyDeleteHi Juliet
ReplyDeleteYou were there, at least, Eden's Garden was! I didn't see any bards, in buses or otherwise, but it was a lovely day.