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Eisteddfod brings back memories.

Byline: ffion clwyd

M Y life currently revolves around Welsh youth culture, and today and all of this week I will be in the midst of Wales' best youth talent on the Urdd National Eisteddfod site at Penrhyn Bay.

When I arrived at the site earlier this week, watching people busily preparing stalls, I was reminded of the occasions I spent working for different organisations ahead of these large outdoor events.

Weeks were spent designing and painting props for exhibitions, arranging kids' activity sessions and putting together media stories to draw in journalists' attention.

My wooden black and white Friesian cow, complete with a fully working udder, was the first of her kind, now everyone seems to have followed suit!

It's been amazing watching the transformation of lush green farming fields to a full-scale village on the outskirts of Penrhyn Bay. Workers on site have been there for the last eight weeks, come wind, rain or shine.

With a 100,000 people expected to attend, 15,000 competitors and 1m people watching on TV, it's one of the major cultural festivals of the year.

My boys have been looking forward to the event as it revives fond memories of the Urdd Eisteddfod in Ruthin two years ago. But for some bizarre reason Brychan is adamant that there will be monster trucks there.

A new concept for the Eisteddfod? I think not - he was confused by consecutive TV adverts on S4C, one promoting a monster truck event at the Millennium Stadium, the other for the Urdd National Eisteddfod this week.

T O ESCAPE the tyranny of telephones and emails last weekend, we went to town to collect some groceries. On the way home, we were to pick up my husband and his quad bike from some nearby fields.

He has been using a nifty new weed-killing contraption on the bike which is saving hours of labour intensive work. Fitting snugly onto the back of the bike, with a hose attached, it quickly deals with unwanted weeds in fields and on farm track verges.

No more gnawing backache due to a heavy knapsack. Both husband and father-in-law have been delighted with this great little invention.

W E recently attended our annual singing congregation for youngsters.

The whole pastorates participate, and each chapel takes its turn to host the occasion. This year it was being hosted by our local chapel and we had been put in charge of afternoon tea.

Congregation numbers were rather disappointing. A young teacher, mother of three and musician conducted the audience through the light hymns, and addressed the children in a manner that kept them fully involved.

She delivered a fascinating lesson in mutual respect by calling two youngsters to the front, and asking them to eat a Mars bar each, without bending their arms. Eventually, of course, they realised they had to eat one another's chocolate bar to succeed. More volunteers were then needed for other lessons and the uptake was, as you can imagine, virtually 100%.

Apart from a few stressful moments, when Brychan became tired of sitting still, the boys behaved reasonably well and duly received their reward of squash and cake.

As we ladies served hot tea and juggled plates of sandwiches and cakes, they joined others outside playing football. A good 90 minutes later I managed to drag them into the car and, as we headed home, we hummed the lovely hymns we'd sung earlier in the day.
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Publication:Daily Post (Liverpool, England)
Date:May 29, 2008
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