As Jules yearns for Wales, where he’s lived half his life, he ponders why there’s no English word that captures the feeling so well as the Welsh ‘Hiraeth’
Last month I prepared myself for the final of the six nations rugby, and the match between England and Wales. This was clearly going to be a cracking game, and as usual I found my loyalties torn. As someone born an Englishman, you might think there would be no problem in deciding who to support, but in truth the experience of having lived over half my life in Wales meant that in reality whoever won, I’d be happy so long as they played good rugby and deserved it.
