I feel very lucky to be bilingual.

Welsh is my first language. Well, so is English, but I guess I spoke Welsh first as I remember not being able to speak English properly in primary school.

I once said “I want my feet gone” instead of “I want to take my trainers off”. Makes sense. Duh.

I also used to think that Captain John Smith off Pocahontas was called Jan because I couldn’t differentiate between the American accent and the English. 

Thing is, I adore it when people who don’t speak Welsh at all come out with a random sentence, like when my friend spontaneously wailed when hungover: “Ooo dwi mor sal!” which means “Oh, I’m so Ill”. 

I guess when you’re taught a language in school and learn a few sentences for exams, they stick in your brain for life. For example, my memorable sentence is:

“J’ai construit une barriere” In French. Which means “I built a gate”. Handy for those trips I’ll be embarking on to farm. In France. 

I love languages and how people remember funny little sentences. Especially Welsh. Even though it probably sounds like gobbledygook to most, it’s mine.

And I bloody loves it I do!

After scouring through my many photographs, I came to the conclusion that I have a strange and almost subconscious habit of photographing the sky when it’s looking at its most ‘magnifique’. From moonlit night skies to fluorescent sunsets, I snap them all. Like a cloud, sun and moon paparazzi. 

I guess I just love the way that something so vast and powerful can be so beautiful. Nature is awesome. 

The above photo was taken yesterday on a boring train ride home from Cardiff. I’ve also just bought a new bridge camera for which I constantly give any excuse to use, so this picture just had to happen. And what a lovely happening it was, almost lion king-esque. 

And the boring train ride home wasn’t so boring any more.