A temperamental breed if ever there was one. But that's what we encountered on a trip to Flintshire at the weekend. Barons vs Flintshire Freeze, top of the table clash, storming the valleys looking for points...well not exactly...turn left at Birkenhead, 250 metres across the border and there you are. Disappointing really but Wales is Wales and that's that.
It also reminded me of my time spent in Canada, signposts in two different languages, which struck me as strange as there as much need for Welsh signs in Flintshire as there would be for Welsh roadsigns in outer Mongolia...nobody there was Welsh, or certainly didn't sound like it. I would call the accent Scouse.
The Flintshire Freezes programme had the Welsh national anthem words in Welsh so we could all sing along. Well we didn't and neither did the home fans, well one man I think was clearing his throat but he could of been having a go at the anthem...who knows!!
The pub we used for a couple of hours before the game was full of red and blue shirts, Liverpool and Everton were going head to head that afternoon. Not a Welsh rugby shirt, footie shirt or dragon tattoo in sight, it seems that patriotism only happens when you a certain amount of miles inland.
Oh yeah, we won 4-11, the Dragons breath was extinguished, we're top of the table, going up. Bring it on!
The Welsh flag and it's dragon...not very visable in Flintshire, it should be a liver bird
I thought Flintshire was Scottish ...
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