Parc Dewi Sant

So we've had a traumatic old St David's Day.
Young Keith just snuck back in, astounded by the upset he'd caused with his bad puns. I say "snuck". In fact, that clapped-out 4x4 he's bought was making an awful noise as he drove it across the grounds from the point nearest the pub. Mis-firing terribly. I told him he shouldn't have bought a Mitsubishi Shotgun.

But we struggled around trying to find anything interesting about St David. Apart from waving daffodils around, and that does tend to pale.  He does seem a dull old saint. Especially when compared with his heroic compatriot Cadoc - now there's a globe-trotting, heroic saint to be proud of. Murdered in Weedon Lois, of course, which proves you should never go to Northants. Barbarians, they are. Barbarians.

So the Beaker Folk are adopting Cadoc as a patron saint. He may be Welsh - and therefore Celtic - but the Beaker saints ain't exactly famous, or indeed heard of. And David is dull. Whereas Cadoc floated the oceans, tricked the devil, built a bridge, taught the faith, had a nice town in Brittany named after him  and died in Northamptonshire.  Exotic, brave, adventurous and - above all- pretty local. We're knocking up some "St Cadoc" memorabilia as I write, and we reckon this could be quite a little earner.

Incidentally, I notice that Cadoc's father was " Gwynllyw the Bearded". That must have distinguished him from all the other Gwnllyws in 5th Century Wales.