Tuesday, (March 1st), was Saint David’s Day. It went, more or less unnoticed here in Kyrgyzstan … but then, there isn’t a large Welsh community here.
If I am asked about my nationality, then I usually say that I am pure English, but that it is hard to justify saying that with any confidence as we are hybrid nation with a mix of blood from the Angles, Saxons, Norse (the Vikings), Romans, Normans, German and goodness knows what other nationalities. It’s possible, for example that I have a smattering of Welsh blood coursing through my veins but, frankly, I just don’t know. My mother’s maiden name was Jones … (it’s all right, I never use that as my “Secret Question” when it comes to password reminders, etc.) … which is a good welsh name and her family were supposed to have relatives in Swansea, but I have never met them and have no information about that possible branch of the family.
I do know one Welshman here in Bishkek, Nigel, and although he is proud of his heritage, (flying the Welsh standard outside his hotel in Issyk Kul – yeah … honest!), he is usually a solitary voice cheering for the Reds whenever England play Wales in the Six Nations … and takes a lot of ribbing for it. I didn’t see him on Tuesday, but I did send him a belated “Happy Saint David’s Day” message with John, yesterday.
I thought about writing a postcard about St. David’s Day in Bishkek to mark the occasion … but as I said, it more or less went unnoticed here and as March 1st is also reckoned to be the first day of Spring here in Bishkek, I chose to write about that instead. I also knew that a couple of days later, (today, March 3rd), there was another important day in Welsh history and the thoughts that I was thinking of including in that postcard could be postponed for a couple of days. More…






