This weeks’ column comes to you from North Wales. Well to be precise a little village called Y Felinheli, near Caernarfon.

This part of Wales is stunningly beautiful at this time of year, the scenery and landscape is so inspiring, towering mountains, lakes, flowers and wildlife that will take your breath away.

Clearly the internet has a tremendous benefit here as I can continue to work and keep lines of communication open whilst on my travels.

My work commitments prevented me from keeping up with Eurovision over the weekend – so there are benefits to all this demanding travel.

I can’t remember ever being in a town where over 90% of the people communicate with each other in Welsh. I’m sure that if I were to spend a few weeks in North Wales my Welsh would improve greatly.

Having said that, the language up north, for me, is not as easily communicated or understood as the Welsh we have here in South Wales. Far from it.

I woke up on Saturday morning and banged my head on the bedpost. Shockingly painful. Strangely, I’m now talking in a North Walian accent like a true gog….. apparently that’s how they all get the accent.