When I was a young child my family and I went on holiday to Wales. It rained the entire time and my dad bought me a book on welsh legends and myths to keep me occupied.
One of my favourite stories was about a dog called Gelert. The dog was owned by a prince and the prince loved the dog immensely. The prince got married and had a baby. The happy couple went hunting and left the dog watching the baby but when they returned there was blood all around the dogs mouth and the crib was turned over. They immediately assumed the dog had killed the baby. The prince, enraged, stabbed and killed the dog. As soon as he killed him he realised that the blood was from a wolf that was next to the crib, the baby was under the crib perfectly safe. Gelert had saved the baby only to be killed by the prince. The prince, full of regret, made the dog an amazing memorial stone that you can go and see today.
It really interested me for some reason and it’s stuck with me. Things aren’t always As they seem.
