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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Wednesday, October 16, 2002
    The Welsh thing
     
    This Liverpool Welsh identity thing I have rises to the surface on evenings like this one, where 'England settle for for a desperately disappointing draw' according to the headline writers but Wales - brilliant underdog Wales - 'grab a brilliant victory against Italy at the Millennium Stadium'. Hallelujah! - as the chapels of the Valleys must be singing; Hiraeth - oh, how I feel it tonight, that longing for home, that urge to be back in the land of my fathers to share that rare triumph with my people.

    The reality is, I'm a Davies and three or four generations back you'll find some Wrexham connections in one branch of our family. It does mean something to me, this Liverpool Welsh thing. It's not phoney but I have to admit it's a bit romanticised, it comes and goes and it probably means more to me when I'm living across in Liverpool than it did in those four years I've actually spent living in Wales... still, I won't linger over such sober reflections at this time of national rejoicing.