Dw i'n disgyn / dw i'n dysgu - admitting either seems a failure

I'm back from my travels in Cornwall (or Cernyw - I was reprimanded in my class last Tuesday for daring to say "mi es i i Gornwall wythnos diwetha", despite emphasisng the "Gornwall" with my very best Bangor-yeh accent) feeling nice and refreshed after some epic surfio. All that tranquility was somewhat diminished after being plunged into one of the most horrible stories we have covered this year: the tragic death of a young Llandudno family. Whilst carrying out the grim task of doing death-knocks - literally knocking on people's doors to gather information on the Statham family - I met a nice chap from BBC Cymru who had the even more difficult task of trying to find Welsh speakers in Llandudno to talk about the events. "Lwc da," I told him, managing to find a glimmer of humour in the darkest of situations.

I had another revision lesson last week, so I have no excuses now for not getting the basics right. We filled out forms for Coleg Menai, stating our long term aims for learning Cymraeg. I thought that writing that I wished to become fluent (yn rhugl) would be a little ambitious, but simply being able to have a conversation without resorting to a desperate, "Arafwch! Sori, dw i'n dysgu Cymraeg" would be nice!

There's no class this week due to half-term (holidays? I'm sure I've hardly been going for a month!) but I have been doing my best to keep up my efforts by talking to all the ripped, young Welsh men at the Beacon climbing centre. "Disgyn! Symudwch!" (Falling! Move!) came in handy before falling off a rather difficult black boulering problem. I even managed to make up my own Wenglish word, "faffio", when remonstrating some friends more interested in tea drinking than climbing!