Back in the summer, during our trip to Anglesey in north Wales, we stopped off for a coffee and piece of bara brith at what seemed to be an old stone barn in the coastal village of Aberffraw. It had a notice, however, saying that it was the site of the palace of Llewellyn ap Gruffydd. Knew the name. That was all.
On this day in 1282, Llewellyn, Prince of Wales, was murdered by the English. Wales has never forgiven us, nor should it (not that I consider medieval barons or monarchs to be properly English, but that’s by the by). The point is, this is now a forgotten corner of history, unless you happen to be Welsh, and I do not consider it a mark of a civilised society that it selects and shapes history to suit itself. We are British, and yet we know so little of British history. All of it should be taught in our schools, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, English, and not just the history of the Norman Conquest and its long, long, long aftermath.
It’s time we got to know each other a bit. That way, love lies.
So here’s a little film to tell us the story of the betrayal and death of Llewellyn on December 11th, 1282.