Last updated on September 24, 2020
I’ve been home in Wales for the last week or so, catching up with old friends and family.
Drinking endless pints of Guinness and Gower Gold, indulging in my mum’s homemade marvels.
It’s been the perfect Christmas.
The whole time I’ve been here I’ve had a few lines of my favourite Dylan Thomas story/poem running through my head, and I wanted to share it with you…
“Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the colour of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlours, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed.”
Below are a few photos from some of my more salubrious adventures back home, as well as an audio recording of the full story read beautifully by Dylan himself.
Hit play and come join me in Wales!
How was your Christmas?
Leave me a comment below to let me know how and where you celebrated this year!
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