Where are you from? What nationality are you? Are they easy questions for you?
They’re not so easy for me, the actual truth doesn’t tell the story of how I feel.
I suppose, if we’re using the crudest measures, in a survey, I’d have to tick the English box.
I live in England and I was born here too.
Don’t misunderstand me, I’ve got nothing, nothing against England. Some of my best friends are English!! I just don’t feel English myself. British yes, but English, no, that doesn’t feel like me.
The National Anthem means nothing to me- I like Queen Liz and all that, she’s done a sterling job, and I loved the James Bond thing at the Olympics but, my heart and my heritage lie elsewhere.
If we’re talking emotions, it’s a no brainer. I’m Welsh through and through.
I don’t live there, I can’t speak the lingo properly and in terms of the politics I couldn’t tell you what’s going down the old general assembly but;
When I hear Bread of Heaven I well up.
When I picture my childhood home I’m don’t picture the house I went to school from or had friends to play at. I picture our own precious little corner of Wales where the sun always shone (even when it didn’t) and life felt pretty damn sweet.
I know I can’t expect my children to share this feeling. Perhaps they will feel distinctly English like their daddy, perhaps they’ll feel like a blend of us both or perhaps as they grow up they’ll associate themselves with traditions that aren’t so linked with place. I don’t know.
What I do know is, if my babies feel as warm and comforted by their history and heritage as I do then we’ll have done something right.
Happy St Davids Day Everyone, whatever you do, wherever you’re from and wherever you’re spending your day, have a good one.