I came across this paragraph I wrote for a creative writing class:
There is a saying,” To be born Welsh is to be born privileged, not with a silver spoon in your mouth but with music in your blood and poetry in your soul.”
The hard working people of the principality of Wales are known for a love of music which permeates every aspect of their daily life. An English-speaking Welshman can always be heard above the crowd by the musical inflection in his speaking voice.
Singing, accompanied by the rhythmic slap of the shuttle against the loom, the pounding of the bread dough and sweep of the broom, filled every home. Dawn arrived at the pit face as the men, arriving for work, sang of faith, trust and thanksgiving. In sorrow and joy, their voices rose to uplift and support their community.
Musical instruments were a luxury and generally not needed by Welsh choirs. The National Eisteddfod, a Welsh choral competition, bestowed honours upon those possessed of “The Voice”. The respect of their peers brought life-long satisfaction to the individual and prestige to his region.
...just thought I would share that with you.
By the way the boat is a "coracle"