Once upon a time Wales was independent
This is a story about a small(ish) country, that was actually big in many ways. Although it only had 3 million (and sixty two thousand) people living in it, give or take, this country had big ambitions. And it had a big brave heart that yearned for freedom.
This is the story of how this country set itself free.
For a long time, many hundreds of years, this country (let’s call it Wales), had been a stranger to freedom. Its people had seen many difficult times, its ancient Celtic language stripped back, almost to the point of extinction, its lands ripped apart to reap the profit from the black gold in its hills. The mountains consumed slate by slate for profit that seeped out, leached from the local economy, exported by steam and rail and ship.
Leaving the scarred communities in which so many people had toiled and in many cases…
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