
I woke up to snow on the ground in Splott, today. And March has arrived. They call it St David's Day around here. They celebrate the day by wearing either a leek or a daffodil. St David was baptised by St. Elvis of Munster, and it is said that a blind man was cured by the water used for the baptism.

David is sometimes known, in Welsh, as
'Dewi Ddyfrwr' (David the Water Drinker) and, indeed, water was an important part of his life - he is said to have drunk nothing else. Sometimes, as a self-imposed penance, he would stand up to his neck in a lake of cold water, reciting Scripture.

I wear red, for the dragon...
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