Not born here. Don't speak da lingo. But I know the bones of this place. I'm growing old with them. I have sighed over Snowdonia since I was schoolkid, and adored Anglesey since pre-school years.
I have dragged my weary carcass virtually the whole length of the country. I know all her moods and I love them all. From the comforting smell of puddles of Brains on International day to the tang of sheep on the gathering winds of a storm in the middle of bloody nowhere. From the glittering light off the waves in St Davids bay to the dreary gray drizzle of a dank Rhinogian nightmare. The place has seeped into my conscious and subconscious and I am utterly, hopelessly lost in love for the place.
So, when I venture out for a run in the pissing rain and howling wind tomorrow, it will be with a spring in my step and glint in the eye.....it's great to be alive in a place like this!