Foreign languages and accents.

I am not very good at accents. If I ask someone which part of Ireland they come from, they are more than likely to say Glasgow, or if asked about Scotland, Belfast.
Some people find that odd as I have a good ear for music, but remembering my school days, foreign languages like French and German did not come easy to me…… at all.

In the early days of our marriage, we used to go on camping holidays. It was just us in the beginning having lost Kiz, so we had a little pup tent, and would cosy up together at night making sure we didn’t touch the sides.

tent pup
Cornwall was a favourite, and we’d found a nice site with shower block, swimming pool, cafe and entertainment Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.

It was on a Thursday night that we got talking to a couple about our age, or should I say, we listened and nodded or laughed in hopefully all the right places as we didn’t understand a word they said most of the time.
I couldn’t even tell you their names now, but they seemed to find us good company, and found my broad Dorset accent highly amusing.

They joined us on Friday evening too, and things weren’t much better. It’s very difficult trying to make conversation with someone who is full of life and animated, but speaking in a different language. Occasionally something would make sense, and I was hoping that perhaps we were getting used to them, although the female half of this double act was easier to understand than the male. Luckily though, laughter is the same in any language, and the act on stage were entertaining in not just a comedy routine, but musically talented too.

They left on the Saturday morning, though we had another week to go.
We parted company, wishing them well, getting hugs and cheek kisses in our farewells.
When we asked if they had far to travel, we understood their reply of Yorkshire perfectly.

york minsterImages of York Minster, showing the Heart of York in the stained glass window (google).

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Foreign languages and accents.

  1. Elyse says:

    My husband went to university in Scotland, and we have many friends there. One of them, who emigrated to Scotland from Northern Ireland, has such a thick accent, it takes me two days of constant company with him to understand 1/2 of what he’s talking about!

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