So sad to read these stories of the past in Wales. As a child our family always rented a cottage for the annual two week holiday and invariably had a wonderful time. I can say the names of the places we stayed in not spell them!
A more recent story is a wonderful one. A very, very close friend of mine from Northumberland married a Welsh headmaster about thirty years ago and went off to north Wales to live. She said that in the heart of Welsh speaking Wales everyone immediately switched to English so as not to exclude her. She then realised that she really needed to become fluent and succeeded so well that she now teaches it at the university of Bangor.
The funny story is that recently she was with a largish group of mixed English and Welsh speakers and so all spoke in English, then her colleague, who had also learned Welsh as she had married a Welshman, was astonished to hear her her speak and declared that had 'no idea that you were a posh Geordie!'.
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