Going native as a fluent learner in Gwynedd

by Carl Morris on April 8, 2011

Here’s a cracking post from a fluent “learner” about his everyday use of Welsh in north Wales:

I’ll be honest. One of the reasons that I enjoy writing so much is that I can relax and think things through in English, my first language. While my life is now lived 90% through the medium of Welsh, there is still an extra layer of concentration needed to speak with my new tongue. I now converse fluently enough that people presume I’m just a bit dull and not very bright Welsh-speaker rather than somebody who has recently converted from English, but it‘s still a bit of a struggle.

I still remember the first time I heard the Welsh language. The teacher was a young blonde haired west-Walian and she gave me my first lesson as a nine year old in Fairwater Primary School in Cardiff. I don’t even think I knew there was a different language, and I certainly had no idea that people spoke it to each other naturally in other parts of the country. Miss Jones had a boyfriend and she trained us all to call him a “Gog” when he arrived to pick her up after school in his green mini metro.

Read the rest of the post on the blog 2 clots & the Alpe d’Huez.

Nic Dafis April 9, 2011 at 9:07 am

Diolch am hyn, difyr iawn.

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