“Suddenly they were all talking about me. Then came the phrase that I would come to hear so often that it became burned into my soul, “Ydy e’n siarad Cymraeg?” (Does he speak Welsh?)” In this delightful, childhood memoir the author takes us back to the time when he was evacuated from wartime Newcastle, with his mother, to stay with an elderly aunt in Wales. It was a time when the local people all conversed fluently in their own native tongue, and the diverse characters he met were a fascination for him. Not least, was his Uncle Bob the local baker who introduced him to bread-making. A year or so later, mother and son left Pwllheli, to rejoin his father in Newcastle.
What a brilliant book! Well written and so very easy to read. Being Welsh myself I can relate to so many of the behaviours, especially the chapel stories and funerals. I must look to see if John Scott has written any other books as it would be a shame if he didn't.