leenia, what scenes are you looking for? I lived in a Welsh village (Bryn Pydew about 4 miles from Llandudno) roughly 1967-1973 and 1978-1998 and I can't remember anything looking Welsh there although I do remember that particular community changing.

Part of it was in the language - I'm not a Welsh or a Welsh speaker (Shropshire born and finished my education in Kent after 1973) just my school mates (from the village, Penrhyn Bay and Llandudno was largely English) who's first language was Welsh speak English as the first language in the home.

Another part was property and planning permission. I can remember at least one local being turned down for building a house on his father's land and on the other hand, a mock Georgian "town house" built by a farmer - totaly out of place...

I remember the days, as a kid, when we used to walk down the roads and everyone knew everyone (and probably everrones business) and it was a great treat to go to "taid Willaims" (not my grandfather - a friends) house or where ever - these people as many loved all us kids, even English imports like me.

One of the many thoughts that left me when I left the village was that the Welsh themselves had changed. Those with the ability to remain in the close communtiy had gone down the same routes as those from elsewhere with the money and even sold thier language out and doubtless, behind my back, would blame the English for the changes.

That's my Welsh village scene.

Jon

(Who still loves the old village people that remain there)