In the mid 1990’s, I traveled to Wales quite a few times. After all, it is the country of my ancestors that I feel closest to. All I have to do is cross the border from England into Wales on board a coach, to know in my bones that I’m home. I and my siblings know that we have descended from centuries of Welsh bards. In our day, we are still musician…
Rooted in the Faith of My Ancestors
In Their Good Times and Their Crises
