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September 9, 2007
What is it about Welsh male voice choirs which affects my emotions so powerfully?

I was listening today to a Radio Four programme about the hymn tune Cwm Rhondda, and when I heard those voices singing out 'Bread of Heaven...' I felt a surge of hiraeth, that Welsh word for which 'homesickness' is but a poor translation.

I don't want to go back to the valleys: I was only too glad to leave thirty-odd years ago. Even less do I want to go back to the chapel.

And yet it seems some part of me still calls that place home.