Four choir members met ar y wawr, ben bore in Llanarmon. Beryl (wasted as a shop-lady, should take up rally driving) was our driver. We whizzed along the coast road towards the Eisteddfod and tested ourselves on the words of our song. We practised Menna's 'bach' and rehearsed the second verse of Sosban Fach. Fingers get ‘gwella’, baby starts to ‘chwerthin’, the cat is was in ‘y nef’ and generally things are looking up in the saucepan household.
Arrived ar Ynys Mon, got a bit lost before finding the correct airport. (There are two). Rhaid i mi ddweud, the coach system worked perfectly. We met Ruth and rest of choir and went on to ‘Y Maes’. Maes Dysgwyr (The Learners Tent) was welcoming and after a practise outside round the back, we assembled for the competition.
Ruth, the friendly jokey Music-Teacher had turned into a strict conductress. She swooped and floated in a black dress and reminded me of my gowned ex-Headmistress. She licked us into shape and we didn't dare do faffage or even faff. Our outfits were inspected, ties swopped, jewellery removed and Margaret had to take off her tassels! We were shuffled about to make the best shape of choir.
Cyn bo hir, it was our turn to perform and in we walked, headlights lifted, eyebrows up and smiling like those cats from Cheshire. We made it though to the prif lwyfan (main stage) and were ar ben ei ddigon because we would be on television. We didn't have time for lunch, so Pru kept us going with marmite sandwiches.
The Main Stage is the widest stage I've ever seen. It's in a building lined with black cloth covered with stars. Singing there was a wonderful experience and we came AIL (second). My son saw us on television and said we were very good and he could even see Heather's baby-bump.
Afterwards, I rewarded myself with a Burger-Cig-Oen ac hanner peint o gwrw. After a wander round, there’s a lot to see, we drove home.
What a day. Arbennig. Diolch Ruth.
Pauline Emery (Soprano)
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