Autumn is with us, and like all good children, I’m back in class. Have just begun my second of year of intensive Welsh language, taught by the inspiring Sue Evans, of Penegoes. I must admit I was originally skeptical about learning from a non-native speaker, but within an hour of class, it was clear she could explain the ins and outs of Cymraeg as well as any native speaker -- perhaps even better, with the experience of having learned it herself. Sue is a natural comedienne, and laughter is a big part of the class; I find this eases the frustration when those stubborn, aging synapses refuse to fire.
Faint o bobl sy‘na yn y dosbarth? How many people are in the class?
Mae ‘na bymtheg person yn y dosbarth. There are 15 people in the class.
Yes, it’s rather large, for a language class. But how can you exclude someone who comes along with a sincere wish to learn? I can see it’s not easy. Oh well, wish as luck as we delve into this beautiful and mysterious ancient Celtic language. And as we summon up courage to use it in the shops and cafes of Machynlleth!