Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
A happy Mother’s Day to all!
Pictured above is my wife, Kelly, mother of the inimitable (thank goodness…) Jack and Peter, at the St. Patrick’s Day pre-opening of Merlin’s Rest. She’s wearing a shirt from the lamented (lamentable?) Irish Well, emblazoned with the long Welsh place name “Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch” (ask Mr. Dingley to tell his joke about the train to said spot, but set aside plenty of time).
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YAY for moms!!
Llanfairpwllgw….huh? are you serious?
Would I kid about something like that?
“Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch” translates as “The church of St. Mary in the hollow of white hazel trees near the rapid whirlpool by St. Tysilio’s of the red cave”. It’s a bit made-up, really, the locals call the place “Llanfair” (otherwise it would take all day to give your address). The Wiki article states “[i]t was artificially contrived in the 1860s to bestow upon the station the honour of having the longest name of any railway station in the United Kingdom: an early example of a publicity stunt.”
Not that there’s anything wrong with artificial contrivance.